"Speak, starbo! Beg for mercy as you made me beg—!"
Jarl fought against showing pain as the girl brought the belt down on his back.
Jarl cursed her with a raw, pain-surging hate; cursed her with all the black epithets of a raider and the warrior worlds.
"Still stubborn, chitza—?" Wild hysteria was in Ylana's voice. The buckle bit in again.
Atak's hoarse whisper rasped in his ear: "You fool, give up! The woman's mad! Even a raider should know that there's a time to crawl!"
Jarl clenched his teeth.
The girl cried, "You see, Atak? He loves the lash—!"