Amanda looked around, from her crouching position. She tried to get her back a bit more straight, out of the humiliating hunched posture forced by the ropes and coffle chain, but it was hopeless. And the darkness and what she had gone through earlier during the night made her shiver:
"I...I didn't think...We are not..just cunts..." she said haltingly.

Some of the men laughed, and Michael replied "Oh so you're not a cunt? I thought I could feel just that wet hole in you when you hung there like a block of meat. What does it say on your belly?"

She winced, looking around at the men on their horses and sensing the present threat. Who knew what these men might do next if there was some overt protest? And what chance did they stand, five girls bound, naked and mostly gagged?
"That was not like...I didn't ask to be hung up", her voice sank almost to a whisper, "and fucked..."
The end of her reply was drowned out by the hoots of Alvin, Jason and Ryan. Michael added, turning the knife in the wound to her pride:
"Says clearly on your body that you're "property of Michael", slave cunt. You wrote it yourself. I can sell you if I don't want you, ship you overseas in a cage to a brothel in Russia, do you understand? Anything more, cunt?"

Amanda fell silent, and her gaze went to the ground. Then a grunting, slushed sob: "Nothing."