Melina did not smile, did not seem happy, for now she was just angry. She brought the whip up, and then strongly let it hit the roman's body, right on his chest. She did not go softly, and the whip caused intense pain and a bright red mark to appear. Then, she went again, hitting a slightly different spot, making another mark.<br/><br/>She kept going, hitting him again and again, eventually she yelled out in anger at every hit, sounds so inhuman like, so deep and bestial, that it sent shivers down the others spines just as much as the sound the whip made did. She looked intensely focused on giving him the harshest punishment she could. All her built up emotions went into these strikes, from her initial battle with the man, his total resistance to submit, to his assault on her back, and her frustration at having been denied that initial fight.<br/><br/>After hundreds of hits, more than any of them could even bare counting, Melina was exhausted at how strong she had been going. She gave one last whip, this time straight against his exposed cock, then dropped to her knees, letting the whip drop to the ground. Her hand was soaked in blood from having held the weapon so tightly. Still, she kept looking up at the man, with the same look of disdain, saying nothing.<br/>