<strong>Isis</strong><br/><br/>There were tears of agony and regret in her eyes and they rolled down her cheeks to hit the bottom of the cage. Every bit of wetness that Isis produced to try to help the process was greedily taken away from her to result in a dry and friction-filled fucking, she hated it but knew that it wouldn't stop until her body did what it was meant to. She wanted to die, but she wouldn't give whatever the hell it was the satisfaction of just giving up this easily.<br/><br/>She heard the other two screaming and bit down on her lip, trying to not to match them, Isis could taste the metallic taste of blood in her mouth which was not very good for her as she was pretty much terrified of blood. This little amount was enough to make her close her eyes and let the flashbacks start. The screams, she then let out, weren't screams of agony, but screams of terror as her mind tried to just close down to stop what she was thinking about...the damn machine wouldn't let her mind do that, though. The girl was tortured by two things, at once, and all she wanted to do was get this over with.