After what seemed a very long time, the buzzer announced that 15 minutes had elapsed. The hostess came back. She was wearing an isolated glove on her right hand. She seized the five copper chains dangling from Felina's body and held them up, away from the electrified cylinder.

"Well, well, well. How are we doing? Have we changed you mind? Are we ready to request for a six-hour time extension?"

It took Felina all the courage she could gather from her broken mind and body, but she managed to shook her head "no".

The hostess grinning face immediately turned to a mask of anger and frustration.

"As you want, bitch! Be as tough as you wish. We'll sound break you, I swear it!" And with that, she let go off the copper balls, whose powerful clamps yanked hard on Felina's most sensitive spots, immediately followed by renewed electric shocks.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" the hostess continued, addressing the audience. "I'm sure she is on the verge of cracking. Who will be the one to pus her over? Who is going to grant us all another six hours of excitement and fun? Please come on stage and show your sadistic creativity!"