Chloe still tried to beg, to plead with her murderer, her voice muffled by the butt smooshing her mouth and nose. Before long, the begging stopped. It was replaced by sharp, muffled gasps, her little body shaking as it tried desperately to get air into it’s lungs. She pawed at the woman’s butt, pushing and squishing it, trying to break free of her doom like an animal in a trap. Mary just watched, the other Black Cat standing behind her, her hands resting on her shoulders to keep her from running.