Her fiery red hair caught the light as she slowly walked forward to the Cat in front, bent over and ready. Mary couldn’t understand why she walked forward on her own. Sure, the Cats promised to make it longer and more painful if she resisted, but why listen? She was going to die anyway. Why wouldn’t she at least TRY to escape? Instead of fleeing, she just made her way to certain death, her shoulders shaking from silent tears. She fell to her knees in front of the woman’s ass, begging, making all sorts of wild promises of things she’d do if they freed her. The woman just laughed, leaned back, grabbed her hair, and pulled her in.