Lucy took off her shirt, revealing long, still healing cuts that the whip had given her. Facing back to Adalina, she nodded her head reassuringly. It was alright she had gone through this before, and Vlad was right. In the end it didn't matter to her. Her wounds would heal. She made sure to cover herself as Vlad ordered, even though she was wearing a bra. She kept her feet shoulder width apart, knowing from experience that it would keep her steady. If she fell, it would only hurt more. Eyes scanning the room, they flicked past everyone. Spark was by the wall with Alastair, Cassandra was now standing, and the others were spread out along the gym. Closing her eyes, she drew in a long breath and smiled faintly. Someone actually cared for her. She would survive, and nothing Vlad could do other than straight out killing her would stop that.