She grabs the whip and starts to lash herself, each blow sending waves of pleasure and pain through her body. The leather bites into her skin, leaving angry red welts in its wake. She moans in ecstasy as she continues to whip herself, lost in the sensation of the pain and pleasure mixing together. The room spins around her as she loses herself in the moment, the only thing that matters being the feel of the whip against her skin. She revels in the feeling of power that comes with being able to hurt herself so deeply, so easily. The pain is her only solace in this world of darkness and despair.