Naomi had a monet of intense satisfaction as the woman screamed in agony. She had the taste of blood in her mouth and she spat to the side.<em>They can dish it but they can't take it. Typical bully!</em>That was all she had time to think, though as the beating began.<br/><br/>She was utterly defenceless, and she was seeing stars and rainbows and pretty coloured lights as first fists, then what felt like an iron bar hit her head. That last blow was something of a mercy - for now - because she was suddenly wrapped in cotton wool. She couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't feel... except dimly, as if through a long echoing, dimly lit tunnel that was lined with soft fluffy clouds. She heard someone screaming in agony as a multi-lashed whip was beaten mercilessly over a young girl's body, that might have been her own, she couldn't be sure.<br/><br/>A kick to the ribs and she thought she heard a loud crack, or maybe she felt it. Now every breath was agony.<br/><br/>Hauled across the floor and chained upright, all she could do was whimper in pain, her knees buckling, but the broken rib leaving her unable to put her weight on her arms. Dykezilla was saying something... Branding? As in... what they did to cows in westerns?<em>Her fault</em>? "Bitch", She managed to spit out. "Pick ... someone ... own size". She didn't even know if their tormentor had heard her words, as soft as they were.