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Marcela's thighs tremble. Her muscles ache; the body can only support so much. Claws dig into her calf muscles, deep enough to threaten bone. Marcela cries out, body jerking-- only to be caught by the thin wire around her neck. Keeps her on her feet.
Deep furrows unzip in her flesh, coaxed open along her calves, up to her thighs. A tongue follows, the tip of it gently easing into one leg-gash.
"Shouldn't have run," a woman hisses in her ear. "Get to have fun before I bring you back to your master."
Marcela manages to find the strength to cry.