Amber was already dead. Her body was laying to the side, her arms limp, her eyes wide, dim and lifeless, staring at nothing. Her mouth hung open, like she was surprised by something. They’d smothered her to death, pressing her little face into one Cat’s massive, thick ass, and after she went all still, they’d given her neck a sharp twist, just to be sure. Mary was stunned, saying nothing, as the two Cats laughed, taunting her corpse as they dropped her to the side like a ragdoll. Chloe was next...