Her breath drew sharp and caught, at first; the water was fresh off the first, streaming hot and poured directly to her skin with little enough time to cool as it fell through the air. For a moment, there was just the sensation of wet contact. Then the hot pain of the boiling brine seared into her, followed by the salt eking into the open crests of the welts he'd raised in her skin, and that caught breath drove free as an agonized, protesting shriek.