Blowing up trees and the occasional backhand to someone who didn't truly deserve it could only go so far.

And when she had such a willing victim. Someone who practically begged to be a target for her rage. Who was she to deny them?

Were she her normal self, she would've been mortified at this behavior. Ashamed to even entertain such ideas. But she wasn't her normal self right now, was she?

The market was vacant in the wee hours of the cool morning. She took him there with her, throwing his body away from her and towards the fountain once they were fully reformed. He looked over his shoulder, the absolute glee showing as he landed harshly and gripped it's edge.

"Now..." One of the many whips she had from her days of fighting, before she relied so heavily on her magic, appeared in her hand. It was uncoiling, coming to life like a snake as she looked to him. It was then she realized he was looking at her, so she cracked the whip inches from his face. "Did I tell you to look at me?"

He obediently turned to look at the fountain directly, his breath almost completely sucked out of him. Something inside her twitched as she crooned to him, sending an experimental lash across his back. "Good boy."

His back arched as he let out a muffled shriek of pain. Oh that sound. The moredhel rage within her rejoiced at it's sound. She could see his muscles tense up as he fought to stay in place. She couldn't stop the chuckle from escaping as she cracked it just inches from his sides, letting it tickle him to build up expectation. "C'mon now... you're so... tense."

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

She sent a series of five lashes across his back, one right after the other. His howls of pain... those delicious sounding howls... grew in volume and pitch with each strike. When she finished, he was leaning heavily against the fountain, panting for air. He made a noise that sounded like he was trying to say something, but couldn't quite get it out. She closed the distance between them with a few steps, a hand reaching to grab the top of his masked head, jerking it backwards so he was looking up at her. "What was that?"

She could see the desperation and need. It was laced in his voice to the point it sounded not like him at all, but something else. "More pain..."

The moredhel in her came out even more with those words as her normal kaleidoscope eyes spiraled to a dangerous black. She chuckled darkly as she released him and returned to her previous spot. The whip in her hand altered as the end sprouted a number of razor wire tips. She didn't even wait for him to prepare himself as she sent another five lashes across his back, shredding his shirt and sending blood cascading down his back.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The howls were just inches from feral cries by the time she finished. It sent delightful shivers up her spine. The whip slithered behind him as she watched him. "More? Or have you had enough?"

"Have you? Came that unknown voice through gritted teeth, but he was grinning.

His response only seemed to infuriate her further as she cracked the whip across his back again. "Answer me!"

Crack!

Again, he shrieked as he fell against the fountain's edge. He finally conceded, but it was begrudgingly. "Enough... for now."

And with that, it was over. The whip was gone, and after a few exchanged words, she was gone.

But was it enough for her?