Cody cried out as his hair was grabbed, his head tugged back. He couldn't see the man, and was actually kind of glad he couldn't. At the threat, he stiffened at the threat, and could have sworn he felt the man smile. Uriah walked away and Cody almost sighed in relief, until he felt the whip gently trace down his back.<br/><br/>He tried to squirm away from it, biting his lip, only to hiss and cry out softly as it slapped against his skin, making his back arch slightly. His head hung low as he gasped for breath, forcing his perverted mind and body to calm the fuck down. He heard the man's words, but didn't comment, instead biting his lip to keep himself quiet. He wouldn't give his Mas-Uriah the satisfaction. Not this time.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Winoa listened carefully to the plan, her hearing better than most considering her senses were heightened due to her lack of sight. She heard Tristan and the others moving around, though didn't move herself. She didn't want to attempt that just yet, even if she could sense where every single person was, and who they were, just by the vibrations through the ground from their pulses.<br/><br/>She felt Tristan move next to her, then nodded and said, "That's fine." She swallowed painfully and coughed once. One of the Drones had grabbed her around her neck and thrown her when attempting to catch her. Now, her voice was softer, rougher than it usually was.<br/><br/>She glanced up at him and asked softly, "What about Cody? Will we leave him?" She knew Cody was one of the Magi's toys that they liked to mistreat, but she didn't want to leave him behind for that treatment, even if he happened to like pain.