She kneeled before me, arms at her sides. I slapped her face hard. She instinctively raised her arms in self defense. I swept them away with one hand and struck her face again with the other, much much harder. She knows better than to scream too loud. I could see her pupils had dilated--giving her this wild impish young girl look, her heart visibly pounded in her chest, her mouth became moist, opening slightly.