I swallowed hard, steeled myself and nodded.

The first blow exploded across my back like bomb and I threw back my head in shock. I gasped out "one" and a second blow immediately followed, bringing tears to my eyes and stealing my breath away. I managed to choke out a faint "two" and then the third blow came, leaving a stinging trail of fire on my back. I screamed out "three" and the fourth blow came.

On and on it went, the fiery blows moving around my body leaving painful welts and bruises as I faithfully counted each blow through my tears.

My joints were on fire from being stretched so tight, and I tried to use one pain to distract from the other, but by the time I was thoroughly whipped I was so exhausted I could barely whisper "100" and sag into the chains limply.

I was released and collapsed onto the floor, lying there with my face buried in my arms, weeping from the pain and injustice of it all.

Absurdly, I was proud that I had made it all the way to 100 on the first try.

(OOC: Sorry, it wasn't very good but I'm kind of sick and not feeling terribly imaginitive.)