Marissa watches, shivering more as she sees Naiobe's joy.  What has her moment of stubbornness done?  As she's eased from the bed and released, she tries hard not to tremble and stare at the whip.  Five minutes is not so long.... She's been beaten a time or two..<br/><br/>But her mind reels and she looks up at the waiting Naiobe.  No, this is not her father in a drunken fit.  This one knows exactly what she's about to do and she's not going to give Marissa an apology or even a guilty look in the morning.  Marissa wants to cower or simply flee, as pointless as either would be.  However, this was her own choice so instead she steels herself, answering with a frightened nod as she obeys, turning to face away and extend her arms out to the sides, wishing she could control the trembling that makes her whole body shake.<br/><br/>