It sounds so simple, give her his true name, and then be totally at her mercy, unable protect himself from anything she might do to him.  And yet, she is still so fresh, and his body is so torn and battered.  He whimpers, seeing that horrible whip gather out of the shadows in her hand.<br/><br/>He shakes his head as best he can.  "I am not going to tell you.  Just let me go," he pleads, "Or kill me quick, but I won't tell you," he says sounding more confident than he feels.