Her pleadings were certainly having no effects on him, she saw Thomas moving behind Dave and holding a gun to the back of his head. She half expected him to shoot Dave and the pieces of his brain landing all over her. But instead he walked back to her. Claire was trembling again, her body that was writhing in pain from burns, blows and whips wasn't able to hold itself up as she was let down on her feet, still kept apart by that spreader bar. She fell forward only to be supported and held up by Thomas's hand on her shoulder. She gulped as she made out what Thomas wanted her to do. But then the visions of a cunt, that was whipped with pussy lips hanging off, oozing blood came to her mind and made her shudder. "I..will..do it..please..don't hurt me.."