Kriss' failed attempt to hit her attacker made her lose her balance. She tried to recover it but her roller-skates kept gliding in all directions. A powerful blow in the middle of her back sent her down, face first. She landed heavily, her naked, nippleless breasts absorbing some of the impact and dragging under her chest against the pavement. The yoke bounced a couple of times, banging against her skull. A new blow on the back of her head finished to dazzle her.<br/><br/>She felt the yoke being lifted and she was dragged by it along the streets, her roller-skates and some times her shins raking the macadam. The edge of the yoke hole was pressing against her lower jaw, paralysing her head and making her breathing difficult. Around her, Manhattan was spinning like a whirlwind. She was blinking madly in a vain attempt to focus her eyes and get rid of the tears that were blurring her vision. The Saint-Patrick scouts dragged her all the way back to Bryan Park and let her fall on the grass, on her belly.<br/><br/>She was beginning to recover from the blows when she felt a painful yank on her scalp. They were pulling on the wig, which was glued to her skull. Her head was pulled backwards until it banged against the yoke. She had the impression that her scalp was being peeled from her skull, that the skin was going to tear and leave the bone bare. She moaned and kicked her feet into the grass. Her up-turned, masked face remained strangely apathetic, contrasting with the obvious pain her body language was expressing.<br/><br/>The men were jerking on the wig, each jolt banging her head against the yoke. Progressively, the wig and the skin began to give in and the blonde mane was slowly, excruciatingly peeled from her head, leaving a bloody mess of torn and bruised skin scattered with little remnants of the wig pelt.<br/><br/>Then the process started again with the mask, only more painful. As she is on her belly, there is little she can do but kick the earth and dig the gum-pads in front of her roller-skates into the soft earth. Luckily, only the edge of the mask had been glued to her face or the removal would have been much harder. Anyway, it seemed that the skin of her face was going to be peeled, as if cut all around the mask.<br/><br/>At last it came free and the man who had been pulling at it almost fell backward. It had left a red line all around her face.<br/><br/><strong>"Didn't you do enough to me already? Do you really have to acharn yourself on me? Why don't you leave me alone?"</strong>Kriss said once the pain had receded a bit.