The Whipmaster realizes she is at her limit.

He watched Aurélie weakly move her arms as the oar pushed back and forth. He knew he had pushed her past her breaking point of exhaustion. He ordered her row to stop and then ordered her unchained from the seat. He watched as the crewmen carried her limp body out and dumped it onto the galley deck between the isles.

"Nite nite." He said soaking a cloth with a bottle he carried with him. He pressed the cloth over Aurélie's mouth and nose waiting to see her tired eyes roll back into her head.

"Take her to the Doctor. Have him process her while she is out and we'll get her back on an oar when she awakes." He ordered as one crew man picked this limp body of Aurélie up and carried her away.

Three days later Aurélie's eyes groggily opened. Her body ached all over but she was not sure why. She tried to get up but realized she had been sleeping in the fetal position in a very small steel cage. She could feel cold metal around her neck, ankles and wrists. She looked down in horror at her body as she caught a glimpse of changes that had been made to it.

"Wakey wakey new ****. I took the liberty of processing and grading you while you were asleep." A man said as he leaned down to her cage. "I'm the ships Doctor."