I am not like her, "you will see what I see, you will feel what I feel" that is what Lacy said as she kept punching me. She wouldn't have it any other way. She sees me as a blank canvass ready to be broken. One hundred kicks, one hundred punches, that's what happens. Lacy has many names for me. Wimp! Pussy! Weakling! She can hear me sweat in my leather outfit. She tells me it's time to be put down. Another punch to my gut, another kick to my flank, then another, then another. I am at the edge. Lacy has gone to new extremes, she's not looking to destroy me, at least not yet, but as for now, ... Show more