Kriss was lifted on her blistered soles and she cringed in agony. She could hardly support her weight as the pain was so high in her burnt feet. Still, half carrying her, half dragging her, Aaron forced her to walk across the basement.<br/><br/>Then, as he struggled to lift her, pressing his torso against her face, the acrid smell of his sweat invaded her nostrils. At first, she did not understand what he was trying to do. She was only relieved not stand on her blistered soles. But once he had her hanging between the crates, she realised she was in for a new bad time.<br/><br/>All her weight was now resting on her jaws, skull and wrists. She could not move her head anymore, keeping it angled at about 45° upwards. She could not see the floor but as she stretched her feet and toes, she could not reach it. The pressure on her throat was making breathing difficult and it was also putting a lot of strain on her cervicals. She reached of the crates on her sides with her toes, looking for and edge or a crease to stand upon. Unfortunately, the crate did not offer any hold, although they did shove a couple of splinters into her blistered toes.<br/><br/>And then he was back in front of her, aiming an arrow at her. Kriss panicked. Was he going to kill her like that?<br/><br/><strong>"Nooooo... Aaron!!!! Pleaaase!"</strong>she tried to say with her croaking voice and split tongue.<br/><br/>Too late. The arrow flew at her, like in slow motion. And then it penetrated her left breast. She screamed to the top of her lung as the barbed arrowhead pierced its way through her sensitive flesh. Aaron had measured the speed right. The dart went all the way through and stopped a mere inch before reaching her ribs. Her breast had a strange motion. It flattened down, then bounced up as the arrow stopped, and finally bounced down, pulled by the weight of the long arrow. As its head was barbed, it would not come out easily. It was designed to make more damage going out than going in.<br/><br/>Kriss could not believe the pain she was feeling. It felt as if a red poked had been pierced through her flesh. And already Aaron was aiming again.<br/><br/><strong>"NoooooooaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!"</strong>she screamed as the second arrow pierced her left boob, this time through her areola.<br/><br/>With two arrows weighing it down, her left breast was now drooping miserably, and each breath was causing the barbed arrow head to torture their insides.<br/><br/>And then she saw Aaron aim a new arrow at her chest. She could not believe how cold-blooded he was behaving. She was terrified, knowing how painful each arrow was. And then the searing pain hit her again, transfixing her right breast this time. Kriss howled once again in deep agony. She was now panting hard, the three arrows swaying wide with each of her breaths. Her up-turned face was grimacing, covered in a thick layer of sweat. Her face had turned purple.<br/><br/>But the worst was to come as he shoved a plastic apple in her distended vagina. The arrow pierced it and ended its course into her left buttock. More arrows followed, piercing the apple, pinning it to her buttocks and to her labia. Each arrow was extracting a piercing scream out of her clenched mouth, although each time her voice got more strangled and coarse. The last few arrows embedded themselves in her vulva and thighs as she was rocking her hips to avoid the deadly darts.<br/><br/>And then he abandoned her to her agony. Kriss was blinded with the pain. Each arrow was torturing her flesh inhumanly. They were deep enough to be firmly anchored into her flesh, but not enough to endanger her life. Still, she was bleeding slowly.<br/><br/>For some time she called his name, begging and pleading to be released from the horrible suspension. She was slowly strangling herself. From time to time, she would pull on her arms, her biceps would bulge to impressive proportions as she lifted her body by one or two inches. This was enough to let her fill her lungs, and then she banged her jaws back against the yoke and the pressure on her windpipe was acting again, reducing her breath to a laboured trickle.<br/><br/>At the beginning she tried to swing her legs back and forth, trying to slide the yoke along the top of the crates until it would fall off them. But this caused so much agony in her raw wrist and neck that she soon stopped her efforts. She remained motionless for long periods of time, trying to keep her energy to lift herself up and breathe. Her belly was hollow, her ribs seemed on the verge of piercing through her skin, her face was of a deep purple shade, her teeth were clenched together by the weight of her own body.