With body that is petite and face, Lystra reminds one of a little bird, her clear eyes. Because he starts her training to 15, PD ties her position. Rope across her elbows and neck. Bound into a canvas bag. Cane. Whip. Vibrant red Mr. Pogo fucks her until she comes, leaving a path of wet across the ground. Lystra comes back again, spewing liquid that is clear. It runs in a flow like shame – forgotten.