No.

Vincent looks at Cassie and looks at her tattoos again.

"Where's your bag?" He asks her. Cassie doesn't answer.

"What do you want with her bag?" Paul asks.

"There's a tattoo machine in her bag. She wants our name under her skin, it says so!" He says, tapping the tattoo with his finger.

Paul gets the backpack he threw on the bed of the truck earlier and together they search it, but don't find the machine.

"Where is it?" Vincent asks, pulling Cassie up to the backpack by her hair, the weights again pulling very painfully on her nipples.

"Ahh! I don't know! I don't have it!" Cassie screams in pain, holding up the weights.

"Then we'll have to do it another way!" Says he and goes back for the pliers. With it he opens the hook that is tight on Cassie's left nipple.

Cassie can hardly believe her luck, soon she will finally be rid of these parts. But before she can really look, he pulls it closed again with the pliers.

Only now there is a steel cable attached to the pickup with a winch. He lets go of the hook and Cassie immediately jokingly feels the more weight.

"We'll head out, I'll explain everything on the way." Vincent says to Paul, taking Cassie's backpack.

"If I were you, I'd jump in the back of the truck real quick." He says to Cassie before they both get into the car.

The engine starts and Cassie tries to climb onto the truck bed.

The truck starts rolling.

With the weights in her hands she doesn't manage to pull herself up and falls down again.

Cassie runs after it.

The next time she tries, she slips again and has to run after it again.

She realizes she needs both hands and can't hold the weights up like that.

With weights swinging back and forth on her nipples and thus in a lot of pain, she manages to catch up with the truck and climb onto the truck bed.

She drops down exhausted and looks back at her broken bike and destroyed clothes still lying on the side of the road. Completely devastated and in pain, she leaves consciousness.

"Yeah, she'll like that! Because she did say she likes doggy!" She hears Vincent's voice. She notices a twinge on her shoulder and hears a slight buzz. She opens her eyes and realizes that she is lying on a couch. With her are Vincent, Paul and a third guy who is tattooing something on her shoulder. She flinches away from the tattoo machine and stands up. At her nipples still hang the weights, but no longer the rope. She immediately holds the weights.

"Ah!" she says in pain. But her nipples aren't the only thing hurting her.

Her shoulder was just stitched and her left forearm outside snort. She realizes that she is apparently in a professional tattoo studio. The tattoo artist says.

"Lie back down, I'm not done yet!" But Cassie doesn't think about it, she stands up, holds her weights and runs.

On the open road, naked Cassie has only one plan. Run until she gets out of here!

With the weights in her hands she is able to run quite fast and manages to hide in a side alley. Luckily, this alley is empty and not really visible. She takes a deep breath. She needs to keep a clear head now to get home safely.

The looks at her Left forearm outside and recognizes a new tattoo under a foil.

[Fucked in the ass by Vincent] and

[Fucked and filled with piss by Paul]

"Oh fuck!" She says.

She can't see what was just written on her shoulder.

But now she has to collect herself again.... She has to get out of here somehow! She cautiously looks out of the alley and sees the truck she had used to get here.

That's when she remembers, her backpack!

Her backpack had to still be on the truck bed!

She looks around and realizes that there is not much going on in this street.

Quickly she runs to the truck, recognizes her backpack on the loading area and reaches for it.

Just as she reaches it, Vincent, Paul and the tattoo artist come running towards her and grab her, dropping the backpack to the ground.

Vincent again pulls her arms behind her back and thus the weights fall again. Cassie is filled with pain.

"Ha! Gotcha!" Says Paul cheerfully.

"I guess you thought you could get away without paying, huh?" Says the tattoo artist menacingly.

"What, ahh! No! Let me go!" She yells painfully.

"Not until you pay!" Says he.

"I didn't want this! I'm not going to pay for this too!" Says she angrily and tearfully. The tattoo artist lifts Cassie's backpack, rummages through it, and pulls out the last of her wallet money and pockets it. Then he puts the backpack on his head and says.

"You'll get that back when you pay me! You still owe me $150!"

"What, I don't have any money!" She says in exasperation.

"Then I guess you'll have to work it off!" Says he, scaring Cassie with the way he says it.

"And how did you figure that?" Paul asks with a laugh.

With Vincent still holding Cassie's arms, the tattoo artist sees the tattoo saying.

[Please blindfold me and tie me up in public places!]

"Did you bring a rope?" He asks, grinning wickedly.

Paul grabs a rope from the loading area and hands it to the tattoo artist. To himself, he stuffs another shorter rope into his pocket.

"Please! Let me go! I just want to go home! Please!" Pleads Cassie with tears in her eyes.

"Yes yes." Says Vincent. "We've seen your videos, we know you're just saying that and don't mean it." Says he, again showing Cassie the porn site where videos of her are.

"It even says it in your profile that you uploaded the videos with." Says he, reading aloud.

"Please never listen to what I say! Just listen to my tattoos! Make me new tattoos, but only dirty ones! Please do what you want with me and film me doing it! Upload the videos here! Let me do crazy things! I need that! The password for the profile is 696969, please don't change it so many more can upload videos with me!"

"No, no, no! That's not true!" Says Cassie pleadingly. "Please believe me! I don't want any of that!"

"Okay, if you go to that lamppost up ahead in the intersection and finger yourself while shouting. ("Look at me! I'm a perverted whore!"), not letting anything stop you until we get to you, then we'll believe you and let you go" Says Vincent.

"What, no! That's exactly the opposite of what I just said and what I want!" Says Cassie in shock.

"If you don't do this, we won't believe you and unfortunately we can't let you go." Says he seriously.

"But, but, but," Cassie stammers to herself.