"But don't you enjoy whipping me? Don't neglect your whip because I enjoy its sting!" Rimion said, some tears flowing from his face, watching as Max dropped the whip on the floor. Now it seemed that Max was trying to torture Rimion, anything he liked, Max would take away. Anything he laughed at or screamed, Max would use more of and give to him even harder.<br/><br/>"I think I see what he is trying to do... He is trying to find the things I like, planning to take it away or use it not so much. Anything I don't like, he will do more of it and very often! He wants to give me pain, but at the same time, he wants me to writhe in the pain rather than beg for more... Well played!" Rimion took a moment to breathe, and had a little thought in his head. If he gave Max he wanted, he could get what he wanted as well. It was not a bad plan, but for a sadist like Max, this trick might not work right away. As Max came with a bucket full of salt water, he could tell he meant business now. The moment it touched his bleeding and aching body, it was as if his body was being burned from the inside-out. He wanted to scream... And screamed he did, as if all of the pain of a thousand years of torture had just been unleashed all at once! His legs wobbled, his feet pressing onto the floor, his fists  and teeth clenching all at the same time.