Nadine Point Of View. I might have woken up the entire house that night, big as it was. I shrieked in pain as each lash landed on my bare flesh. As he flogged me, he tore off my clothes, exposing more of my skin to the flagellum. I pleaded, screaming my voice was hoarse, till I could cry no more, but he would not stop. After what seemed like ages, he stopped hitting me.

"And that's what you get, bitch," he said, breathing heavily, "for fucking with me."

I wondered what he was talking about. His ...