Those fingers are light and soft as they move her hair aside and brush her skin.  That voice is so soft and sensual as it promises an agonizing death the way a lover might swear to never have eyes for an other.  Marissa believes her, has no doubt that she would and could such a horrible thing.  "Yes Mistr.." she begins to answer but her voice lifts into a scream as the whip lands.<br/><br/>She stands as the whip rains down on her, making the pain of those little careful strikes from before fade into nothing as her back erupts in agony.  Her arms shake... her legs shake... She sways as the pain flares over and over.  Five minutes is a lifetime under Naiobe's whip and foolishly the girl thinks nothing could hurt more than this.  It takes everything she has to force her body to remain upright and keep her arms outstretched.  And when a pause comes, it takes her several moments to realize the intense pain is from the lashes she's taken and not any new ones.  She's swaying and light-headed and her arms are not hanging down but still extended.  She gulps for air and closes her eyes, focused on remaining on her feet, repeating Naiobe's threat in her mind like a mantra.