She could escape the placement of your toe, the press of your foot, the angle of your leg, but she won’t. She wouldn’t dare. For she knows that you will simply hurt her again – defeating her body and spirit with the superiority of your own just as you have just finished doing. And so there she sits, trying to convey to you her complete submission through the look in her eyes — the glisten in each asking you for mercy, and the softness apparent telling you that she will accept whatever punishment that will earn her the same.
Asking You for Mercy
