Solistrae cries and writhes upon her spit, but she unable to avoid her fate, the burning heat is harsh and her screams continue.  Then the fox takes her bite softly at first then all the way through.  Solistrae's screams are louder than ever.  She cannot stop the tears, not matter what the fox woman says.  She was going to be eaten, piece by piece and cooked moment by moment.  Her sizzling breasts hurt so, and the brush was only minor relief despite it as she tends her to rump.  She resisted begging, she wanted to, she wanted to have it end, but the last bit of her pride, the last ounce of herself that refused to admit defeat held back her begging words that were held in her throat.  She felt the breading expand in her, the heat was so much more.  She wanted to die so much more quicker.<br/><br/>Her sobs and cries began to subside, and her motions began to slow.  And she hated.  And she glared.  She remained aware of her body slowly cooking there, the sensations driving her faltering desires and slowing thoughts.  And yet... she continued to hate.