You Should Be Thanking Me

Lydia glared at him fiercely, "I'd rather starve to death than beg you!" "Starve to death? Such good fortune hardly exists." Tim placed the bread back on the plate and set it aside. He stood up to fetch Lydia's whip from the table. He swung the whip, creating snapping sounds as he took an interest in the various torture devices on the wall. "I'll soak your whip in saltwater and whip you ruthlessly every day. Rest assured, I'll bring a doctor to treat you afterward. I won't let you die so easily. "Let me think what else there is." He paced behind Lydia. "Ah, now I remember. You kindly found me so many women, it's only fair I repay the favor." Lydia's expression shifted slightly. Tim rounded back to her front, holding the whip, hands behind his back. He leaned forward to get a closer look at her, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Out of consideration that you're a girl, I'll be lenient. Let me know what kind of type you prefer, and I'll select based on your preference to assu