The Reverend listened to the receding clicks of the Boss's heels as he left the room and returned to his work with the two other girls, leaving him alone with the silent, stubborn one.  He shook his head sympathetically, in full view of Maddy. "It's ok, Maddy. Between the two of us, I understand, in fact -- I want to watch them suffer, too.  Really, I get it." He smiled and patted her thigh, seeing her wince as it pressed her tender flesh down on the nails a bit more.<br/><br/>He reached up on the wall for a wicked looking whip, hard leather wrapped handle, tails dangling with twisted barbed ends.  He held it absentmindedly as he circled her, letting her watch the Boss mark the second bitch's tits with the pen, prepping her for her own excruciating cutting.  He bent low to her ear, and whispered, his whiskers scratching at her soft cheek: "This is good, little cunt, you're so lucky to get such a great view of exactly what's going to be done to you too -- but not yet, no, not until they both know that all of this pain, all of this suffering is because of one and only one person...YOU."<br/><br/>He let her hair drop back over her ear and circled around, now letting the whip trail over her bare shoulders, then down her front, across her chest, her abdomen, then the tails dragging their barbs across her naked thighs.  "You can imagine how much this is going to hurt if you don't talk, can't you?  Especially when the barbs dig into the sewed up cuts, or right into the nipples, or the tender flesh of the inner thigh... or worse."  He stared at her.  "You need to tell him, cuz it's not going to happen to you, not until we do it to THEM first. And you are going to hear every scream, every time they holler and beg you to make it stop." He let the handle now rest between her parted thighs, letting it press against the crotch of her panties. "You know, it could give them pleasure instead, if you wanted it too -- you could choose that for them." And he stroked it gently up and down against the fabric of her panties, against her cunt, just a taste, just a hint, but enough to lay the possibility out there for her, to give her a choice.<br/><br/>"So, what's it going to be?  Do you want them to think of you as their savior?  Or do you want them to realize that you're every bit as sadistic and heartless as we are?"