Kamasura, in nowise loath to bring his work to an end, stood back and laid on the whip with redoubled vigor.

The lash spatted sharply against the raw and bleeding flesh.

The screams sank into moans, and the moans in turn declined to a mere horrible gasping of the breath.

Even this ceased at length, and the quivering of the body stopped.

Kamasura leaned over and slipped his hand under the body in the region of the heart.