Nash gave her butt a sharp slap with his hand. A searing pain. "It seems you haven't learned your lesson yet!" Nash's voice was cold.
After a while, Nina could not bear his torment any longer. She was still too tender, and soft pleas escaped her lips, "Stop... please... please, spare me..."
Nash observed Nina, limp and delicate on the table. Her disheveled hair framed her flushed cheeks while small beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Her blouse hung loosely around her waist, her stockings ripped off, and her skirt pushed up to her thighs. Tears flowed continuously down her cheeks, her nose red from crying and her sobs making her look like a pitiful little thing being bullied.
He could not bear it either, gathering her up in his arms and sitting her down. Nina's mind was now clouded. Her cries were too intense, making her throat hoarse and her vision blurry. She was like a broken doll in Nash's arms, devoid of resistance.
Then, Nash dressed her, cradling her in his arms. All t
