Red Feline's silent pleas became a scream of pain as her tormentor pushed the nail until it touched a bone. She shook violently as the pain reached unimaginable heights.

Her body shook with a contracting spasm, as the Man in Black left the nail buried in her, like a stake marking a territory. Her body was his territory, he had claimed it.

Slowly she raised her head, her eyes fixed beyond reality, her pain overwhelming, her mind went into the darkness where Piroska, prodded by the pain of Red Feline's torture, forced her thumb out of joint to let her break out of her shackle. Her body hit the ground, but only one side of it, since she was still attached to the three other chains, far apart. With her free hand she grabbed a rodent near her neck. The screeching creature didn't have a chance. Piroska bit its head off. Screaming in pain she managed to free her other hand and her torso crashed down on the ground, squashing two rodents and pushing the rest away. Those on her back fell away except a couple that clung her legs. The shackles were made to hold larger bodies, mostly men, so they were wide enough for Piroska to manage to free herself. Releasing her feet took more effort and pain, but she managed those as well, almost breaking her ankles.

Once free, she rolled slowly in the dark, feeling the hands of the Man in Black holding Red Feline's ass.

Red Feline finds some relief on her wrists while the man holds her ass, almost lifting her, but supporting her body for an instant that seems to last a long time.

The rodents jumping on Piroska's back was another of Red Feline's very familiar images from her lonely games. She had a cat whose claws she never trimmed. It was a red cat that had one fetish. Her used underwear. Red Feline once found that if she laid in bed and put her underwear on top of her naked chest, the cat would jump up, and start chewing on it, pressing her breasts with its paws, extending her claws and scratching her for a long time. She would go under her bed, tie herself to the four legs, spread eagle, with the underwear attached to her torso or back and the cat would come to unwittingly torture her.

So, it was not strange that Piroska would be attacked by rodents as she hanged spread eagle at the bottom of a dark cave. Her affinity with her loving cat gave her something else.

Once free from the shackles Piroska found a sudden strength and fast reflexes. As if she had obtained some power. She quickly trapped a few of the rodents and bit off their heads. She found it strange that it was so easy to do such a thing. She was not repelled by the act, she was familiar with it, as if it was something she knew how to do.

At one moment she knew what to do, she had to mark her territory. She urinated in one spot and using a dead rodent as a brush, she drew a large circle on the dirt with her smelly liquid. A smell that she noticed was not exactly human.

She placed herself in a fetal position and decided to take a long needed rest. She was no longer in danger. She was now in the process of a transformation.

When she closed her eyes, she felt the pull of Red Feline on her arms as she shook, weakly, twisting in the air, bleeding from her wounds.

Red Feline began to understand her familiarity with her cat. She even understood that her cat understood her need, the need to have those claws carve small and painful scratches on her breasts and back. It was their game. Soon her family began to call her by that nickname, Red Feline, because she spent so much time with her pet, because it was as if they were both one and the same.

From her hanging place in the dark room, Red Feline watched over Piroska sleeping. Time passed but it was not noticed. So when Piroska woke up she didn't know if the seven days have passed or if she had slept only for seven hours.

Her body still in pain, she moved, sat and got up. She was hungry and thirsty. There was a bit of light coming down from the openings around the chains on the top of the cave. She noticed something else. She could see in the dark. Not as clear as the day, but she could see more than she thought or knew she could.

She could also smell. She could smell her urine, which did not bother her, her sweat, and the smell of fear and death left by the rodents she had destroyed. They were all around. She had food. She could also smell a whiff of fresh air coming from somewhere, so she moved in that direction, she moved like an animal, on all fours.

Red Feline was living it all, while her body hanged, twitching from time to time.

Red Feline wasn't left for too long, just enough for the torturer to get some rest. He probably had a full eight hours of sleep. This must be another day, she thought, but her thoughts were as Piroska's, who was also wondering how long she had slept. She had to figure out what to do.

She had found water and she had plenty to eat. There were streams of water all over the place. She was in a large cave under the cave. The ground was covered in dirt and bones of previous victims who were eaten by the rodents. A very slow death. They were eaten alive.

Piroska had to do something. She knew that when the light appeared on the top of the cave, it was time for her to be back in her chains and to take a break from her hunting and feeding.

Using the rags she had on her body, she tied them to the chains, so she could reach them after chaining her feet. It was a tough job but soon she was back in her spread eagle position. Piroska practiced six times before the gates were opened and she was pulled up to face the Governor.