Samantha wondered how they could be so stupid as to not simply develop the film, guessing that the hijackers must have accidentally exposed it. If they had seen the documents she had copied, things would probably be very different now. She heard a cane being swished through the air behind her. Gritting her teeth, anger and fear raged at being humiliated so, but she couldn't prevent her buttocks clenching and unclenching in unbearable anticipation. She tried to imagine and steel herself mentally for the first stroke. However, nothing could have prepared her for the white hot pain which scorched across, and seemingly deep into her flesh.