<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br/><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/></div><br/>Her screams had grown too loud. They bounded back at her, taunting her, screaming back as if telling her more was to come. At that moment, she hated the echo in the cellar. Once, it had been calming, but now, it predicted the inevitable. Her back arched, trying to pull her body away from the torturous woman below. Everything in her body pulsated, blood unsure of which direction to run, moving so quickly she felt ready to have a heart attack. Legs tried to move and run, but her thighs were weak and knees sore, unable to lift her away and out of the grip of the evil little angel that clutched her rear. Somehow, she had managed a long, fleeting gasp for air before she was pulled backwards, throat locking up in the confines of the collar.<br/><br/>Julie-Anna would have spoken, assured her that she'd stay awake, but not a single word would leave her lips. Instead, she continued to writhe, trying to pull away from the grip that would have her cheeks a blooded red by the end of the night. Her hands released the chains and pressed against the floor, pushing her body up as much as she could muster. This allowed her throbbing pussy to angle up and away from the ravaging it had been accepting for so long. The black spots that formed before her eyes could be pushed away as she shut them tightly, trying to get some relaxation in her body, though the less air she had, the more intense the burn within grew.