'Stay down now, you're still weak.' she said softly. She smiled lightly as she heard him speak. 'Didn't I say you're my responsibility?'

'Thank you..' she muttered and lay against him. She rested her head on his chest and her hands on his abdomen.

Zayne cried out in pain a few times before falling unconscious. Her body was still writhing in pain, but it took the transformation well.

Nychta was taken by surprise by the girl's slap, her eyes shining coldly. Immediately the chain around her neck pulled her down, face onto the ground.
The whip appeared again and a barrage of slaps was unleashed on Sandra's behind. Red marks appeared where the leather flap had landed and the slaps hit the sore brand several times, but Nychta didn't stop her rapid assault until every inch of skin was bright red and throbbing.
"That was bad, bad girl. Too bad, no praise for you."