Felina's first move was to try and curl up but she was immediately stopped by the neck ring and felt the bar pressing against her back and between her buttocks. She explored the bar with her hands, which were free, but did not find any weakness. Turning her head, she saw Louise, who was standing way out of reach behind her back, with the precious key hanging from the chain that was attached to her nipples by viciously tight alligator clamps.

The escape artist began to balance her arms back and forth, setting her body into a swinging movement, hanging from the spreader bar. As her body moved in wider and wider arcs, she tried to see over her shoulder while reaching backwards with her hands. The swinging was adding to the pain in her ankles and more sweat was dripping from her body, over her face. She shook her head, trying to free her burning eyes from the sweat, with little success.

She kept swinging wider and wider but it was soon obvious that even in this way, her fingers would never be able to reach the key. Unless Louise was willing to help her, which would mean incredible pain for her if the clamps were ripped from her nipples. If only Louise could bend forward and swing the chain back and forth, with good synchronisation, Feline could grab it when they would be both at the extreme of their respective arcs.

"Ommmff eeemmff oooo" she mumbled, trying to motivate Louise, her fingers clutching vainly at empty air.