Nameless kneels down on bruised knees, still and obedient as a lifeless toy. She holds the sharp leather whip between her teeth, and folds her mangled hands in her lap. The battered slave has been left alone for the day, left to her own devices in the big, empty house of her Master. An obedient slave would keep still and wait, but Nameless has always had trouble obeying. That's why she's so broken, covered in scars and bruises.