Tuija slahed her whip to Raisa. She enjoyed hearing her shouting from surprise when the first hit come by surprise. Raisa was a tough girl, and already the fourth slash didn’t take her to scream. She muted her voice and only silenced wail slipped through her lips. The sound of the whip hitting on her skin was louder than she. Tuija tried to hold her strength to cut too deep wounds on smooth skin, but it was tempting to hit harder to make Raisa shout. Tuija would hit few more times and try to drive her to keep louder noise. Raisa could not take too many hits after her adventure in the wilderness. She has not been given any food or water for hours.