Spark had enjoyed her little punishment from Vlad the other night, although she'd never let the old man know that she actually [i]liked[/i] the pain. If he knew that he might do something less pleasant to punish her then. Most of the lashes she had received were superficial and only a few left some new scars to go along with her mosaic of old wounds. She decided not to mention her annoying visitor to the old man that night. 

The next morning a guard was at her room to retrieve her. It was Jensen, the guard that was sweet on her. He ordered her to get dressed, although he neglected to leave the room while she found some clothes, and she put on some track pants with a tank top. They walked and talked. Jensen did the usual amount of staring while he escorted her. Eventually she made it to the dining room where a few others were already waiting. She didn't really care what any of the others had to say so she just sat down in a chair close to Vlad and waited for orders. There was no sense in small talk and it was immediately apparent that there would be no breakfast. Spark sat in her chair, arms crossed, just waiting.