It took about a minute before the slave realized she wasn't being hurt yet - slightly surprised, she looked upwards towards the silent woman in front of her, almost confused.  W-what was she doing?  Her face was strange and she was extending a hand ... as if she wanted to place her own in it?

The slave tried to figure out what sort of punishment this was going to be as she nervously extended a hand and placed it in the nobles.  She was still shaking a bit - and it was obvious she was still afraid, but she seemed to be in control of her own mind once again as the fear reduced to a manageable level.  She was still breathing deeply, preparing for whatever pain the woman planned on eliciting and closing her eyes to prepare for it.

Underneath the wrappings on her hands were many long, thin, bloody gashes that ran across her fingers and palms in straight lines.  They had stopped bleeding the previous day, instead simply bruising painfully.  The girl would look up if her bandages were undone nervously, but said nothing.