"Y-you're hurting me…" she squirmed on her knees as his firm-grasp tightening on her wrist. She attempted to pry his hand off with her other arm. As she attempted to escape the hold a hand zipped by her face and left a sting on her cheek.
The man released his grip and let her crumble to the ground. She held a hand to her cheek as tears formed in her eyes.
"T-tivan…"
Another loud smack resonated in the room, and then a quick kick to her stomach.
Coughing and gasping for air the man with snow-white hair looked down on her and spoke with a voice like velvet, "You know that is not how you are to address me."
He crouched down and bound her wrists and ankles in a timely fashion, caressing her cheek with the pad of his thumb, "I am your master."