The Cat behind her, as if reading her mind, placed her hand softly but firmly against the back of her head, just holding her in place. Almost immediately, April tried to pull her head back. The Cat laughed at April's sad, weak flailing as she held her in place. April wasn't upset, second thoughts didn't even enter her mind. She was so glad the Cat was there to hold her in place. She never would've been able to do it on her own.



She was fucked. Nothing she could do would save her. She couldn't run, she couldn't fight. She couldn't even move her head back an inch to get a breath of air. She was dead. Just one more stupid little white girl, smothered to death by the Cats, her body left limp in some dirty, garbage alley in the city. The thought made her cum, her body shaking as she moaned weakly into her killers ass. It was the last thought she ever had. Her mind faded away to nothing as she died, just like she'd dreamed.