He wanted to ask her what she was afraid of but He could see that she was perilously close to bolting at that very moment, so he let her think in sile...ce.She took down a pair of hinged handcuffs from a hook on the wall and examined them, and Master finally broke the long silence. “Like those?”She half nodded and half shrugged. “They’re alright, I guess . . .”“Would you like to try them on?”She almost put them down but stopped herself at the last minute and turned to face him, frowning as though. He tied her wrists to the suspension beam and raised her on tiptoe.She did not plead, nor cry. She knew why and what was to happen. She struggled on her tiptoes to balance herself awaiting her punishment. He picked up the single tail whip and started on her back. He lashed her hard, hard and fast. Too drunk to do a proper job, too enraged to care, he lashed at her back until her grunts turned into screams of pain. When his arm tired, he stopped, drank some ice water and resumed whipping her,. One of the men grabbed hold of arms."Put the lights on, Joe," he ordered, "let's see what we got."The lights came on and Joe pulled the hood down, releasing a cascade of long dark hair."Hey, Vic," he exclaimed, "it's a girl."Vic unhooked the bag from her waist, looking at the contents."Looks like she is making a living out of this," he said, "question is, what do we do with her?"Joe looked at him. "What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled, "we call the police of course." In England, we would,. .. Eastwatch-by-the-Sea... “Whatever happened to the galleys that we once used to guard and trade from Eastwatch, anyway?” Theon asked Cotter, the thought more than once naturally occurring to an Ironborn prince, even a fallen one.“Where do you think that the Night King got his ships? He turned every last one of those poor buggers, that is my only conclusion, plus any foolish smugglers and pirates caught in the open. Look, we have now been cut down to a force of what two hundred or so odd.