AN: Pavel's accent = Fail. I apologize in advance for this. If you've seen the movie you know how he sounds, so just... I dunno, extrapolate.
Pavel padded to the short table and picked up the shirt. He pulled it on, wincing as it dragged over the whip marks on his back and arms. The leggings were worse; the fine white fabric tore the scabs off the marks on the backs of his legs and made them bleed. He suppressed a cry and pulled them on anyway, settling them on his hips.
"You are bleeding." He hadn't hear Spock approaching him, and the sound of his voice made the boy jump. "They whipped you here..." A finger trailed down his spine, making him arch, "and here, did they not?" The same finger trailed down his thighs and Pavel shuddered. "You may speak."
"Yes, Master. That vas part of my training; to be vhipped and to learn to vithstand pain." His voice still sounded weak in his own ears.
"What else did they do to you?" When Pavel didn't immediately answer, the Master's fingers pressed on one of the whip-marks lining his spine. The boy very nearly cried out, shuddering with the pain. "Answer me, boy."
"Zhe rest of my body vas trained to accept pain as vell. I vas conditioned so zhat my Master vould be able to use me in vhatever manner he vished." The fingers didn't withdraw from the whip-mark; in fact, they pressed more forcefully into it. Pavel couldn't keep himself from crying out rather loudly from the pain.
"It seems you're not as conditioned to accept pain as you think." With one last savage twist that nearly brought Pavel to his knees Spock's fingers pulled back. "Now that you have ruined those leggings and that shirt, take them off. You will have to come with me naked, I suppose."
The boy obediently pulled off the shirt and the leggings. Both were spotted and streaked with his blood. He could feel a drop of it running down his back from the gash that the Master had assaulted. "As Master wishes." He barely had time to put the shirt and leggings back where he had found them before Spock's fingers were twisting into the wound again. The sudden pain made Pavel cry out and sent him to his knees.
"I will have to have words with the man who made you like this. He has not conditioned you very well at all. Back on your feet, boy." He got to his feet, unsteady and shuddering with the pain.