Once again Felina's spine was aching from being cruelly arched. She could feel some strong, unyielding rope wrapped incredibly tightly around her upper body, digging into her flesh wherever it touched her skin, flattening her breasts against her rib cage with only pieces of them bulging out from between the coils. Her forearms were pressed against the steel of the arm shackle by countless spires of rope. In the blackness of her hood, Felina was isolated in her world of pain.

Her first move was to explore the area around her hands. She quickly found the cable passing through the hole holding the arm-shackle together. She grinned around her gag, unseen from the audience under the filthy leather hood. Those guys will never learn anything! I'll be free in a matter of seconds!" she thought to herself.