Kriss was still in the throes of agony throbbing in her destroyed fingers when the man sat on her and began to pass a collar around her neck. She could smell his bad breath on her. She was wondering what he was going to do when he suddenly changed his mind and sat on her stomach, turning his back to her. He was hiding her what he was doing but when he began to rummage into the folds of her sex, she immediately clenched her thighs together. This did not prevent him from reaching the cache where her clitoris was trying to hide and suddenly she felt the bite of some steel jaws.<br/><br/>She howled from the intense agony and tried to lift her hips and eject the crazy man from her body. Again this proved vain. The pressure of the grip increased ten folds, squashing her clitoris, causing an incredible amount of pain. The destroyed woman screamed to the top of her lungs, begging the man to stop hurting her, her voice echoing among the buildings.<br/><br/>When she saw him unsheathing his knife, she became even more frantic. She even managed to lift her heavy yoke by a couple of inches above the ground before gravity won again. As the serrated blade began its work, severing the frail bead of squeezed and throbbing flesh from her crotch, her face was contorted in a mask of utter agony, her eyes were bulging out, the muscles of her whole body were clenched and bulging like knotted ropes.<br/><br/>And suddenly she fell limp. The agony had been too much for her mind.<br/><br/>She came back to her senses some time later. The man was kneeling over her and was slapping her face. An acute pain was pulsating in her crotch. Prevented by the yoke from looking down, she could not see the little cross pinned to the wound that had been her clitoris.<br/><br/>When the man helped her on her wobbling legs, she barely managed to keep standing. The roller skates were making the task even more difficult. The Grey Bitch had to summon the last bits of energy to stop her legs from shaking and keep on her feet. As she began to move forward, cautiously, she felt something dangling between her thighs.<br/><br/>Unknown to her, as she progressed along the fifth avenue, droplets of blood were dripping from her crotch. As soon as her latest tormentor had disappeared from her sight, she headed towards an old truck that was turned on its side. Its back had been stripped from any content a long time ago. She entered it and went all the way to its back and left herself fall on her butt. She rested the yoke and her head against the wall and tried to recover some strength. She was eager to continue her progression and enter Battery Fort's territory but she knew she needed some rest. Bracing herself as well as she could so that she would not slip during her sleep, she closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep.<br/><br/>The heat inside the truck was very high as it was in plain sun and soon she was covered with sweat. But she was counting on this very fact to turn peoples away. Everybody knew that the truck was empty and nobody would come here in the middle of the day. Or so she was hoping...