Sister Dee loves her new scorpion but Emily is not so much of a fan. It is braided leather, like a whip, running down to a softer leather tongue, like a dragon tail. It is an insidious little tool that has Emily screaming at the top of her lungs early and often. The pain is not something she loves, but if taking it means making SD happy she is more than willing. For SD her screams are almost as much of a joy as the torments that elicit them. Having a young, pretty girl crying on her floor, begging for mercy, is the high point of any night.