A beating ensues

The pain from the first hit almost caused Erin to lose her footing, pulling the ribbon around her neck tighter. She desperately maintained her grip on the ribbon around it. She let out a scream of pain and managed to keep at it, as the second hit came. And then the third, all hits striking her toned thighs and tight ass, never giving her a chance to find her footing.

Erin gritted her teeth, “Keep together!”, she thought. “Find a way out of this! Think!”, as a thrust from a bat struck her abdomen, knocking the wind out of her. She lost the grip then.

Panic gripped the hanging angel as she desperately tried to get her fingers through so she could pull on the ribbon again,, her right leg flailing desperately in an effort to save herself, as more hits came in, all thoughts of forming a plan gone from her mind, working on instinct alone.

Tears started running down her face, along with her mascara, as her face started darkening from the lack of air. She became vaguely aware that the beating had stopped, as her vision started to darken.