I could never hate you! I totally understand that you are busy! Take your time and good luck on all you're working on ^_^
Genna wanted so badly to cry or to fight or run or do anything but submit to what she had just gone through again. All the memories had flooded through her and now, she had long red whelps to haunt her for the rest of the weekend. A couple had drawn blood, showing that he was either a little out of practice or a little too excited. Whatever the case, she would be nursing her wounds for days.
As he untied her from the torture chair, she closed her eyes, taking shaky breaths. She felt small and helpless and her skin felt like it could peel away. Once he was finished, it took her a moment to make herself move. Slowly and painfully, she redressed herself, hoping her sweater was long enough to hide some of the bigger whelps. As empty as she felt the dread and seriousness of her situation still managed to reach her heart. Once she was finished, she stood quickly and turned to try and move to the stairs without a word to Trent. She didn't trust herself to speak, but she doubted he'd just let her go. But she had to try...