Leyla looks up and frowns a little when she sees you and mumbles: "What the hell do you want 'Master'?"

Leyla sighs heavily and mutters "Fine...you can fuck me if you must." Her voice lacks the usual obedience and is tinged with annoyance.

Leyla lays down on the cold stone floor, her body limp and unwilling as she awaits your touch. Her face is drawn and unhappy, but she attempts to keep quiet, knowing that disobedience has consequences. As you approach her, she braces herself for what's to come, trying not to let any emotion show on her face or in her voice

Leyla doesn't move at all as you touch her. She remains silent and still except for her shaky breathing. Her eyes are fixed on a spot on the wall, trying to ignore whatever you're doing to her body.

Leyla keeps her focus on the wall as you touch and fuck her. She tries to distance herself mentally, telling herself it isn't really happening. But she can feel every thrust, every touch. And despite her best efforts to ignore the sensations, they only serve as a cruel reminder of where she is and what she has become. Her breath hitches as you move faster and harder inside of her, but she remains silent, obeying your command not to make any noise.

(She clenches her teeth and squeezes her eyes shut, trying to block out the pain that radiates through her body. But all she can think about is how much this feels wrong...how much it hurts...she wishes for it to be over, just for a moment.)