Caulifla needs to learn the true definition of pain. She's still broken and battered with cum leaking out of her asshole. Humiliated and defeated, it's time for more. She knows she can't fight so she tries to flee. It's reminiscent of a wounded bird trying desperately to fly out of a cage. She's immediately struck and sent hurtling back to the ground. The force of the impact causes her broken bones to further crack. Without medical attention, she risks permanent injury. She never gets it. The only thing she receives is more agonizing pain.
The blade cuts into her flesh. The sensation is tingly at first but soon she's screaming out all of the air in her lungs. Her cries fly higher than she ever could and still nobody comes to help her. She doesn't deserve help. She's losing a lot blood, some of it smearing on her skin and the rest pooling onto the ground beneath her. No vital organs are cut though. The goal is to maim, not to kill. Death would be too good for her.
She is gagged now and the only sound she can make is a muffled yelp. This time she feels it against her womanhood. She doesn't try to fight it. She knows it will only earn her more pain. Instead, she retreats inside herself and tries not to think about the unspeakable violation taking place between her legs. A violent blow to the side of her head snaps her back to reality. She will be given no respite.
She is told that this is her only use. There was a time when she would have fought that accusation with every fiber of her being but here and now, she was unable to ignore the reality of her situation. She feels the warmth flowing inside her once more, some of the fluids leaking out and mixing with her blood.
The gag is removed and she is finally able to breathe again. She hacks and splutters, weakened from the assault and loss of blood.