His body relaxed on the bed, he had folded his arms around his head and just laid there. He had expected her to start hitting him quickly but so far nothing had happened. He could still feel the soft burn of the marks she left earlier.

He felt the mattress move beside him. She had sat down next to him and he felt her hands once more on his back, slowly rubbing circles over his flesh. He had his head tuned away from her which he regretted now. He couldn't see what she she was doing, planning behind him. He thought about turning his head but he couldn't. Her hands were circling lower and lower down his back. He tried to keep his muscles relaxed but her fingers were burning his skin with every inch they went lower. Just three more circles and she would reach his ass, two... one...

She stood up abruptly and he was just about to let go of the breath he was holding when he heard the belt go trough the air. He wasn't prepared, he was tense when the blow landed and he hadn't expected it to hit the back of his legs. He couldn't stop himself moving and letting out a painful moan.

"Stay still" was all the warning he got before the next one hit. This time on his already sore back and she never gave him the chance to catch his breath or prepare for the next blow as she kept raining down the belt up and down his body. He tried his best to lay still and just take it but it was hard without being able to prepare.

She made sure he never knew where the next blow would land and she also made sure she didn't miss a spot. Only his lower back was spared but that didn't comfort him at all. His body was starting to react, trying to get away from the assault while his mind tried its best to calm it. He deserved it, he deserved it. He kept repeating the mantra in his mind as he could feel tears starting to form. His mind was slowly going blank and he could sense his muscles letting go, somehow the pain was subsiding even though he felt every new sting form.

He had killed her baby, he had caused the accident. He was evil. He had always known he wasn't a good person. He should be dead not Wes nor the baby. He couldn't keep it in anymore as he started to sob.

At some point he had turned his head in the pillow and was sobbing hard now. He never noticed she had stopped hitting him and was now again sitting next to him. Moving her hands over him again. Instead of going down the slowly went up to the back of his head. He felt the pressure she put on the side of his head. Making clear he should turn his head but he couldn't, he was to ashamed.

"STOP CRYING" she screamed at him. The pressure on his head turned now to pushing his face into the pillow. He realized he wasn't able to breath. He pushed back against her hand but she had starting to push down harder.

"YOU, have no RIGHT to CRY" her voice was laced with venom as she kept the pressure on. Breathing was getting harder by the minute and finally he turned his head towards her.

He saw her face, she had been crying herself and looked furious. He wanted to turn his face back into the pillow but his lungs were stinging as he was able to breath again.

The awkward feeling of her hand traveling down his back again returned. He noticed he had stopped crying after she yelled at him and now her fingers were once again following the painful lashes on his back again. Her hands were zigzagging down along them making a weird burning pattern. She had reached the marking on his upper back and was now caressing the smooth skin she hadn't flogged of his lower back. He could feel her hands go lower and even though there weren't any painful marks here, her hands still felt like burning coals going down.

Slowly but surely her hands reached the top part of his ass. He tried to keep calm, keep his mind clear. Looking up into her eyes he could see her staring at him with a sinister smile on her face. It terrified him as her hands started kneading his backside. She had made sure his ass was hurting like hell but he kept quiet, staring at her. Pleading with her not to do what he feared. As he felt fingers push between his buttocks he tried to get away

"Stop that" she had raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to do it again. She let her fingers push between his cheeks again, feeling her way till she hit his opening. He was panicking now, his breathing was going super fast now but he still managed to relax as she rubbed over his opening.

"Please... no" his voice sounding pathetic, even to him but he couldn't stop himself from trying to stop her. Turning his head back into the pillow. He was expecting her to hit him but no strike came. She kept rubbing him there, an alien feeling that terrified him. She rubbed for a few more minutes

"You will do as your told, or you can leave... forever" her hand left as she said that and she got up off the bed. His mind was spinning, could he leave?! Even if that meant he wasn't allowed to get back in her life ever again. He couldn't face that, he needed her.

Laying still on the bed he wasn't sure what to do now. She was clearly waiting for something from him

"I'm sorry" he managed to say. He felt a sting on his ass, she hadn't hit him hard at all but the welts on his ass made it painful none the less.

"Ma'am" she corrected him

He felt shame run trough him again, this all seemed so wrong but he managed to find his voice once more "I'm sorry ma'am" he croaked out.

"Good" the simple praise sent a jolt down his spine. Clearly his whole mind was fucked up now as he felt his member get hard again. He hadn't even noticed it had gone down during the trashing she had given him.

He heard her get up again but this time he could follow her. She had started rummaging trough the drawers again. He was pretty sure Bonnie wouldn't like this as Annalise went trough Bonnie's clothes, feeling around.

"Ah, I knew it"