Kemena?

It tickled a little.  The rivulet of blood found its way down the most sensitive part of his spine.  He would arch away from it, but he was shackled, and it would cause excruciating pain to do so.  He was amazed to find he could still notice such sensations. He'd forgotten there were feelings other than pain...

A fluttering light pulled him to conciousness, teasing his heavy eyelids open a bit.  He couldn't focus, he felt drunk.  A figure swam into focus, a woman.  She slowly stepped toward him, menace in her step. As she stepped forward, the soft glow of the torch bathed her face in warm light, setting off her skin tone and calling her features into sharp contrast. 

... Kemena?

He faded into blackness again. He must have been bleary from the beating, there was no way he could've seen a familiar face... could he?