Rose struggled as she felt the pain of an open wound and its fluid running delicatly down one of her legs. Wincing slightly she wished she were in a different situation, to her even the naga was better than this. Completely powerless to do anything, Rose cried as her feet were nibbled by the cat girls, she really wished someone would help her but it was unlikely. Bound and tied, Rose seemed to be nothing more than a warm fresh ready meal and she hated it.....