she FIGHTS

She struggles and manages to release herself from your shoddy whip knots. (Should have paid better attention in boyscouts eh?)

She snatches up the whip and lashes out at you, cutting you acroos your chest. (Wow she really knows how to use that thing.)

No sooner do you think it than she lashes out again, this time the whip wraps around your neck several times and locks in place. ****, you grab for it in vain.

She yanks on it like a leash, bringing you sprawling to your knees at her feet.

:it is you who will yield to your MISTRESS!" she spits, spraying you in the face with her spittle.