"You have a point," Russell hissed in pain when Carrick touched his back with the ointment, "Son of a bitch..." he said between clenched teeth. If they were gonna keep this up, they'd have to lighten up on the whip a bit. His hands gripped the mattress hard. If he was able to shift, it would have been ripped to shreds. "I hate being this fucking weak," he admitted, panting. "Don't even think of stopping. It's gotta be done or I'm not even going to be able to get dressed."