You take the whipping. It'll hurt, but a beating with a solid rod seems far more painful.
"Very well," she responds, "then we shall begin. These are the rules: I will whip you once. If you make a noise in response to this, I will whip you twice. Make another noise during those whipping and I will do it thrice, and so on. Stay silent and I will let you go; reach ten, and there will be severe consequences. One!"
CRACK!
With almost no warning, she lets the whip fly across your exposed skin, hitting you dead in the chest. There's a splash of blood, and you scream from the pain. It isn't until after you've done so that you remember her "game" and try to hold the pain in. Too late, it seems.
"Two!"
CRACK! CRACK!
The first strikes you across the back and is enough to make you whimper, but combined with the second it's enough to force out another howl of pain. The latex cat takes notice.
"Three!"
CRACKCRACKCRACK!
Suddenly, the blows are coming faster, harder. There's so little time between them that the pain from each combines into a single, massive sensation of torment. Again you fail to hold back, and again she gives you the penalty.
"Four!"
CRACK! CRACKCRACK! CRACK!
The pain is unbearable, and you fall to the floor, tears beginning to flow from your eyes as you whimper uncontrollably. You try your hardest to stop, but you can't do it. Your tormentor takes advantage of this moment of weakness.
"Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"
The flurry of strikes that follows is far too much to count, and as you continue to whimper she continues to up the number, never stopping the constant attacks even for a second. Your front, your back, your side, they're all drenched in blood, and your face in tears. Every part of you wants to beg for mercy, but you know that would mean making noise, and that would bring further whippings. Miraculously, you manage for a moment to hold back... but then you cough, hacking up some of your blood.
"NINE!"
The cracking of the whip continues, and all you can do is try to shut it all out, try to force the incredible pain out of your mind. You try to dam it all in, but you can feel the pressure increasing with every blow... you're just about ready to burst, you don't know if you can make it...