Pain...  Even in the haze of unconsciousness it finds Marissa and she's stirred to wake by a fit of coughing.  Her body is a maze of pain.  The welts and cuts throb while her muscles ache.  Her throat feels raw and breathing is painful, the smoke rasping along it and her lungs.  She hangs like this, lost and whimpering, until the paddle lands upon her back.<br/><br/>The blow would have been painful without landing upon the raw welts from her whipping.  A ragged croak escapes, and Marissa squeezes her eyes shut and squirms.  But there is no where she can go and nothing she can do but cry out and even that makes her abused throat hurt so much she's afraid to look and see if the dampness on her lips is spittle or blood.<br/><br/>It is more agony than she's felt in her entire life combined and her lips tremble as she whimpers incoherently between those weak and ragged cries coaxed from her by the paddle.