She can't swallow her pride

As terrified as she was, and as much as she believed Kel's warning, Lisa simply couldn't swallow her pride and give herself to the gang willingly. She was a strong, independent woman - a cowgirl... she would not submit to these brutes. She looked to Kel and shook her head, saying simply, "I can't."

Kel's face dropped, her expression a mix of disappointment and shock. Lost for words, Kel stared at Lisa silently for a moment before huffing loudly and turning on her heels. "Your funeral love... don't say I didn't warn you." With that she stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Lisa waited for what seemed an age, her stomach bubbling with fear as her mind raced, filled with terrifying images of what these men might do to her. If even half of what she had heard of the Black Lynchers was true, she had likely made a very grave mistake. She tugged at the chain binding her to the bed but it was clear there was no getting free. Just as she began to second guess her decision, her fear getting the better of her and leading her towards capitulation and submission, the door burst open and several men stormed into the room.

The men did not speak as they surrounded Lisa, only grunting with effort as they hastily unfastened the chain from the bed then hoisted her up, a man at each arm and another holding her legs as they dragged her from the room. She was roughly carried down the stairs, the grip on her so tight that she was unable to even try to struggle, the heavy chain still connected to her collar clunking along behind them.

Lisa was dragged into the centre of the large lobby area that had quickly become a site of debauchery. Broken bottles, discarded cigars and other miscellaneous detritus were strewn about the floor and tables and several bandits lounged about drinking, gambling or fucking some of the other poor women they had claimed as their own. She was thrown onto a table to which she was quickly lashed with the chain at her neck, her naked body stretched out with her arms above her head and legs wide apart.

Lisa attempted to plead with the men, taking back her decision through sobs and promising to serve them willingly but this was only met with a brutal blow to her face. One of the bandits looming over her punched her again and she tasted blood and felt broken teeth, her vision clouding from the pain and causing her to fall silent.

"Gentlemen!" came a booming voice from somewhere nearby. "This here wench has declined our very kind offer of hospitality - bitch thinks she's too good fer the Lynchers..." the speaker let the words hang and the surrounding crowd let out a collective groan.

"You know what that means fellas!" the speaker continued. "Time to break the whore!!"

The growing crowd cheered loudly and through her pain and fear induced haze, Lisa sensed them press in closer. She opened her eyes, squinting in fear only to find a throng of ugly faces looking down at her, leering with sinister grins and wild eyes. Suddenly she was hit with a sharp stinging sensation in her eyes and bloody mouth as a stream of pungent fluid rained down on her from above. It took her a moment to realise, but once the foul stench of the alcoholic urine hit her she knew what was happening. She began to cry as laughter erupted around her and she knew then that her life as she knew it was over.

The only question was, what would become of her?