Kriss was barely conscious when Aaron came back. Her breath was laboured, her mouth was gaping wide, her tongue protruding. She had fought against dizziness for the whole night, fearing that she would choke to death if she fell asleep. Her body seemed longer, stretched full length under the yoke. Her breasts and crotch were in agony, the arrows swinging softly in rhythm with her broken panting.<br/><br/>When her torturer arrived, she hardly noticed him at first. Her eyes were fixed upon the ceiling, narrowed to slits filled with tears. But when he began to knead her breasts, rolling the arrow shafts inside her wounds, she immediately to moan and scream. For hours she had hoped that he would come back and now she wished he left her alone.<br/><br/><strong>"Please... Let... me... go..."</strong>she begged in a strangled voice.<br/><br/>But the man did not listen her and simply went away. He came back some time later, carrying a red-hot poker, which he began to press against her wounds, cauterizing them with a puff of smoke, causing her unbelievable agony. The charred flesh was swelling and gripping the shafts, making sure it would be extremely painful to pull them out. Once the breasts were done, he turned to her crotch where he continued his work, eliciting more screams of agony from the helpless girl.<br/><br/>At last he was done and he left her again to eat. Kriss could see him from the corner of her eyes. Even through her unbelievable torture, she realised she was hungry. The smell of the food was causing her to salivate and her empty belly to groan. She felt so weak, so thirsty, so hungry and so helpless...