"You're going to drop the whip," Cem said calmly, still shivering slightly.The general didn't respond. "You can't feel it as it slips from your grasp." The general seemed surprised as he heard the whip fall to the ground from his open hand. "And now, you're thirsty... the ice water in that bucket is the only way you'll survive. You have to drink it all, consume it all. Your lungs beg for the water, you don't think you can breathe this air, it's toxic, the water is your only chance at survival."