Instinctual

She watches his muscles ripple and twitch every time her cane connects with his bare skin. The smack against hard flesh sends waves of pleasure through her own body, yet she knows not why; she feels only what drives her deep within a molten core. With every thud she becomes wetter, closer to freedom, the biting angst of her ruthless friend raking over welted skin again and again…

She relies on instinct, and instinct alone.