She screamed this time as the whip struck across her back, the air blowing across it making the sting all the more intense. "I..." She started, and realized there was no point in antagonizing him. It would be best to give him what he wanted for now. "Yes. My name is slave..." She sobbed softly.

He cracked her with the whip again and she could hear him chuckle at that as the end pf the lash licked across her flesh.

“Now it is Slave until I decide to give you another. Are we clear ln that, Slave?”