[b]"Yes Ma'am."[/b]  Gracie seemed a little concerned as she looked back and forth between them, curious about what she needed to leave for.  But she shrugged obediently, leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

The slave glanced up into Izzy's seemingly emotionless eyes and began to realize what the other woman was thinking: obviously, the noble was frustrated with the spill on her clothing.  It had likely been humiliating and expensive.  She'd had her hands hit with a switch until moving them hurt by a guard from Lord Hasingwrath's orders.  Her stomach and neck were bruised from Zarva.  She was even being put on half rations for the next week to teach her not waste food.

And now the noble was contemplating how to beat her.

For a couple of seconds the girl's eyes seemed to shake, widen, and then she began to cry.  [b]"I-I'm sorry m-my lady."[/b]  She seemed to be treading her words carefully, limbs shaking as she lowered her head submissively.  [b]"My master has already t-taught me my l-lesson.  P-"[/b]

The girl started backing away.  [b]"Please don't hurt me."[/b]  Her back ran into the doorway, where she slumped to the ground and began crying, cradling herself in some odd attempt at comfort at what was to follow from this cruel woman.