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what was going on, and they didn't. That's why.
These people had no idea how much a toy like that could hurt, and how
much I was certain it hurt when wielded by Chet. With each strike,
Talia's cries contorted, moving further from tolerance into
unbearable pain. It was something an untrained ear wouldn't catch,
but I could hear it, and it clawed at my heart, pulled at my muscles,
tugged at my conscience until I couldn't sit still any longer.
    I took to my feet,
leaving my trash on the table as I made a beeline to the play area.
Some of the women who had been watching were beginning to walk away,
whispering among themselves with disgusted looks on their faces. This
was surely something they hadn't expected to see, the cold cruel side
of the lifestyle when someone used it specifically to live out their
sadistic side. This is what it was like to see a fake Dom in action.
    The closer I got,
the louder Talia's voice became, the more intense the sound of the
chains slamming against her back. It made a sickening thud
accompanied by a clanging. When she finally came into view, it felt
like the wind was violently pulled out of my sails. Her body was
limp, leaning against the cross in defeat, her back heaving softly
from muted sobs. Chet stood behind her, uncaring, a sick grin
twisting his lips. He was barely giving pause between strikes now,
hitting her repeatedly. Already, her skin was turning a pale shade of
purple where the lashes fell. Bile rose up in my throat as I took a
deep breath and pushed my way through the crowd, grabbing his wrist
as he drew the flogger back to hit her again.
    “ That's
enough!” I said.
    Chet spun on his
heels, and it only took a moment of recognition for his expression to
shift from pleased to angry.
    “ Let
me go, you little cunt,” he yelled, pulling out of my grasp.
    It was too late to
avoid a fight. I could see what his next move was, and I braced
myself, falling into a defensive position. The flogger fell from his
hand like an afterthought, and his fist came rushing toward my face.
I caught it in my palm, pulling him forward as I slammed my knee into
his gut. While he had a slight advantage in size, I made up for it
with speed. He choked for half a second before trying to right
himself, and I took the advantage, grabbing a fistful of his thin
blonde hair and holding him while I drove an uppercut straight into
his face. Blood rained down on my fist as I felt his nose crunch from
the weight of the blow. I was winding back for a second uppercut when
strong arms grabbed me from behind, pulling me away from Chet. That's
when he struck, like a coward who needed me restrained. He landed a
jab across my cheek before another dungeon monitor got a hold of him.
My mouth filled with blood. Damn, that son of a bitch could hit hard.
If it wasn't for the fucking dungeon monitors pulling us apart, I
probably would have never had to feel it. Worthless pieces of shit.
Only coming in at the last fucking minute.
    Chet glared daggers
at me as he struggled to get at me again. His face was an ugly red
mess of flushed skin and a blood trail leading from his nose. Some of
the blood was dripping off his chin, but most of it had ringed his
mouth. He was screaming all sorts of obscenities too, but I could
barely make them out.
    It took several
seconds before we both cooled down enough to be released. I shrugged
out of the dungeon monitor's grasp, immediately focusing my attention
on Talia, who hadn't even bothered to turn around and see what was
going on. Poor thing. There was a third dungeon monitor unfastening
her fetters.
    “ You
have to leave,” the dungeon monitor who had restrained me was
saying, but I wasn't listening.
    I went to Talia's
side, and my heart ached at the broken exhausted look in her eyes.
    “ Are
you alright?” I asked.
    She nodded weakly,
glancing at me, and then past me to Chet. There was no question in my
mind what she was thinking. If Chet didn't blame her for this, he
would at least take it