It took all that she had to not pull her arm across her body to try to protect her sensitive breasts from his abuse. She realized she'd made a mistake by turning away from him. She knew she didn't have room for another.

He was angry. She could see it flash in his eyes and it terrified her to the point of tears. As the wet droplets slid down her face, she prayed silently that she would have that chance to escape.

It was then that she felt a sharp smack across her chest and then another. Amy whimpered out and instinctively pulled her arms down to cover herself. She heard the material rip again but was still bound to the bed. She only hoped that he hadn't heard....