“Such a droll responce...” She said shaking her head causing her white strands of hair to whip about.  She brought a fingertip to her lips, tapping over and over again.  “Still, it is not a complete failure.”  She said with a bit of a grin.  “It will not be neccesary to defend yourself, as I said any ammount of pain I inflict upon you will be fleeting at most.” The chains began to tug again as she pulled out a foot locker, and quickly retrieved a rather cruel looking whip, with nine heads, each one tipped with a hard metal bead.<br/><br/>She kneeled one the bed.  “Peace is a lie...”  She whispered the words, bringing the wicked tool down hard against Zeta’s belly, with enough force to cause cosmetic damage.  The next blow came crashing down on the other machine’s left breast.  “There is passion...”  She wasn’t sure why she began reciting the creed, as this machine would be incapable of learning her ways, yet, perhaps she was trying to invoke true emotion within the damaged droid.”Through passion...”  She purred, as the tool came down again on her right breast.  “I gain strength.”