As if he hadn’t humiliated her enough in this bloody crime scene where her once friend, no informant think professionally Kate she berated, lay cold he then demanded she move closer.  The bastard knew she couldn’t stand.  Knew she wouldn’t be able to walk, that she’d had to crawl.  And knew that would be a further act of degradation.  Clearly kisuya loved the power he wielded over others and wasted no time in exercising it.<br/><br/>She had no choice.  Kate could still feel the slowing trickle of her own blood coating her throat, pooling there, making her feel subdued. Aware.  She’d gone from feeling like she was the one in charge of her day every day, t having that ripped away brutally.  Not to mention her vulnerability, how conscious she was of her own nudity, as she hung her head low crawling across the floor and stopping at his feet.<br/><br/>Clean his shoes he’d said.  Seriously?  Her head began to rise.  She was about to question his order, even now in this current dynamic, when her tongue subconsciously flicked over the fresh wound inside her mouth.  It was enough.  Resignation filled her eyes, it was deep in her soul.  Maybe he saw it if he was quick enough and observant enough.  Of course he was.  Her head lowered, and lowered still further, increasing the arch in her back raising her pert rounded ass further into the air.  There was a mic slipped into the lining at the side seam.  A place often overlooked but Kate had thought it was a brilliant idea for such a small piece of kit.   It doubled as a homing device too, sadly one that Kate hadn’t been able to activate yet...<br/><br/>A second mic lay taped right underneath her right breast.  It was neutral in colour so again often missed unless specifically being searched for.  In this position they’d never see it.<br/><br/>Feelings of disgust, and sick from the pit of her stomach, added to her many other emotions as she Leann down far enough and stuck out her tongue.  The stale coppery scent hit her nostrils hard.  She gaggeg before swallowing a vile mix of her own blood and bile.  The faintest of touches coated her tongue in the sticky red mess that tainted the businessman’s shoes.  As if her life depended on it, Kate did as she was bade, first one shoe and then the other.   They weren’t shiny, still tarnished when she was finished, but the blood was gone....along with any shred of dignity Kate had walked in with.<br/><br/>She shuffled back a little and raised slightly, head still bowed low.  Not out of respect so much as it hurt her so badly now to rise up after being cramped like that.   Panties!  She was still wearing them...  With awkward movements her panties came off and an exhausted, beaten, Kate collapsed on the cold floor