Her body responded immediately as he tore the rags from her body. Goosebumps from the cold air on the ship and the warmth of the fear. Then his cold touch of his bare fingers.<br/><br/>She tiptoed as she hung in the middle of the room. Judging from the gasp of Viridiel as a box closed, it couldn't have been any good what he had taken out. Merenwen was with her back to the wall and to Viridiel and she was glad he couldn't see her fear in her eyes.<br/><br/>Then the whip hit her hard. Although she had expected something like a whip, this was much worse than any whip could possibly feel. As if a thousand knifes stabbed her. Not too deep but just deep enough to cause severe pain. With the sound of the whip came a scream. Primal fear and terror and pain released from Merenwen's mouth.<br/><br/>Seconds after the first strike of the whip, she felt something warm flowing over her back. She laughed in pain.<br/><br/>"You whipped me once.... and already I'm bleeding. This way.. I'll be dead when we get... to Northrend," she managed to squeek out between the gasps for air.