Opening a chest in his room Onimus took out a long cat-o-nine, and then made his way back to the girl.

"Kelave!" He called, and within moments his head slave was by his side.

"Master?"

"Follow me."

Mutly Kelave nodded and followed Onimus to the rock where the girl was chained.

"Happy to see me?" He growled, grabbing her by the chin.

She groaned before looking up into his eyes coldly "Delighted" she gritted.

"Just enough to gaurd the slaves." Draven said, "I'll leave the picking up to you."

Onimus gave her a cold smile. "I'm sure you are." Letting go of her jaw he nodded at Kelave who knew exactly what he meant.

Kelave went about unlocking and releasing the girl chains, all except her hands.

"Now we will test how strong you really are." Onimus said, his tone low. Raising the cat-o-nine he lashed her with it, the peices of iron digging deep into her back, ripping the flesh as he pulled it back again.

The girl clenched her eyes closed as a gasp left her mouth at the sheer and utter pain. Staggering about, she somehow managed to stay on her feet.

Onimus brought the whip back again and struck the girl with it again, counting under his breath.

"Five...Six...Seven..."

On the fourth tears stung her eyes and on the sixth she whimped on the seventh she flat out burst "Bloody H*** man what have you against the flesh on my back!" she raged as her breaths came quickly and ragged.

"Yes, sir," Gavehn said. "When would you like to leave?" His brain was already working through who to bring and how many. "And how many slaves do you plan to buy?" Gladiators were trained warriors, so to be safe they should bring at least half as many soldiers as guards.

"As soon as you can assemble the men." answered Draven, "I expect to buy between fifteen and twenty warriors."

Onimus said nothing, and continued until twenty, where he stopped. There was a large pool of blood that continued to grow around the girl, but without much concern Onimus walked away.