The torturer anticipates his work. He has a system. If the victim is pleasing he is soft. He knows, for instance, that the other witch is not going to get any pity from him. She has already become a nuisance to him. But the nun is mostly silent, crying without defiance. He feels sorry for the poor woman. He has been told not to show mercy. But he cannot help feeling sorry for her.

He looks at her as he walks, whip in hand, to continue his task. The nun is looking up to heaven, perhaps pleading with God. He raises his whip and sends it flying, cutting the air with a soft hiss.

Melissa feels the whip falling across her chest, just above her breasts. The sting of the many tails of the whip cover her torso. The feeling of thousands of knives opening her flesh ripples through her body

She gasps in pain. She has hardly recovered from the shock when the second and third lashes fall on her chest.

She parts her soft lips and screams in pain.

The whip falls over and over, crashing against Melissa's flesh, filling the room with it's loud slapping thuds. Her cries are an echo to each lash. Her mind is reeling in pain. Her body held tight against the post, her arms chained back.

Her instinct is to cover herself with her arms, escape from the lash. But she is held tight in chains, so she only anticipates the pain that will come.

Red Feline's cries fill the room, the only sound other than the whip. The torturer is becoming annoyed. He can't think when the wench is begging for him to stop. He needs to find a rythym or he will tire faster.

And it does, intensely, continuously, one after the other, the lashes fall on her breasts. She prays and cries, begging for mercy which does not come, not from her God, not from her torturer.

"I am doomed.", she thinks.

The whip does not stop. Her knitted brow contracts with each lash.

The torturer lashes her harder, he cannot stop looking at the jiggle of the nun's ripe breasts as the whip falls on her body. He takes his guilt out on his victim.

Melissa tries for a brief moment to escape from her pain, to go into prayer. She hopes that the end will come soon, but she also feels that the torturer is not using all of his strength. She feels that it could be much worse, but maybe shorter. He will tire faster if he is hitting harder.

The torturer takes a short break, not only to make himself last, but to finally silence the annoying redheaded wench in the cage.

He selects a short wooden rod with ties attached to its sides and opens the cage. He grabs Red Felines's hair and stuffs the wooden gag into her mouth, tying the cords tightly around her head. There will be no more interruptions from her.