You see she is not.

You hear the military lady say something in russian and the other lady leaves the room. Then the one in uniform says to the lady in black.

"Let me have a turn. You show too much compassion. The trick is to not let up."

You sigh as she is handed the bullwhip and moves behind you. The whip cracks across you back leaving another bleeding cut. The dark haired lady in leather moves past you to take a cup from the table. As the whip cuts into your back, she watches you writher in pain and sips some wine. More snaps of the whip and your chest is cut open. Another and your dick suffers. More and more lashes cut into your body. The lady that left returns now with a bottle of clear liquid.

You hear behind you, "Boaka!"

The whipping stops so they can all pour themselves a drink from the new bottle just brought in. Since it's clear and you can smell ****, you assume it's vodka. The evil lady in black leather is watching you and takes a large gulp of vodka and walks over to you and spits it in your face. You close your eyes just in time, but then you feel the **** run down your chest and the excruciating sting burns into your open wounds. You groan and this makes her laugh. She lifts her cigarette that has been between her fingers and mashes its burning cinder out into your chest. You let out a scream and that seems to satisfy her enough to laugh in your face.

She has her hand out for the whip but the woman in uniform shakes her head and gets behind you again. The whip cracks across your butt and you can feel blood trickle down your leg. More snaps and your stomach is oozing blood. The women sitting at the table speak in low tones and snicker at you. After about five more lashes, the lady with the uniform comes into view and you see the bullwhip handed back to the lady in leather.

She stops near me and says, "We will let you go tomorrow." Then she said something in russian.

Exhausted, I ask, "What does that mean?"

The lady in uniform with her cleaveage showing even more now says, "Tomorrow comes never." Then before the whip resumes, she asks you a question.