She had the sinking feeling she would not be allowed the dignity of a quick death. She could sense the cruel anticipation in the hubbub behind her. With a snap of finger the lead snatcher was directing the leather bindings from her body, suddenly she was naked except for the muzzle and metal belt, her previous chains lying uselessly on the floor. She weighed her ability to use these chains as a makeshift weapon, if she attacked their leader, surely his minions would be forced to end her miserable existence. The idea never got any further than the initial thoughts as she found herself thrown back to the ground, her limbs shackled to manacles on the floor, forcing her body into a wide stretched x-shape after hours in bent bondage.