The Cat enjoyed watching the broken cop try and escape, but it was time to put her down for good. She brought her foot down onto the cop again, this time on her neck. She pinned the helpless young woman to the ground with ease, grinning at her feeble, weak squirms for freedom.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh...," Jen groaned in fear and pain. She let out small moans each time she breathed, the feeling of the crisp air against her broken teeth was agony. She wanted to beg. She was broken; unable to even beg like one of their other victims. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to be their victory, to be another name on the news, but more than anything else, she was just scared...