Two weeks ago, Kelsee had been an ordinary Karrian girl on the planet of Maribahl, living a dull life made exciting by indulging in kink. That had led her to a Kyyreni named Ban, and a night of intense sexuality that left her head spinning.
Ban had betrayed her, luring her aboard his ship where she'd been assaulted, stripped naked and imprisoned. For two weeks she'd been left to rot in the darkness, the only light reaching her cell coming from the hallway outside when her captors opened the door to feed her or empty the bucket that served as her toilet. Two weeks of hell later, the door opened at an unexpected hour, and the female Kyyreni jailer was joined by an unfamiliar male with a thick mane the same blond colour as his body fur.
A look of disgust crossed the stranger's muzzle. “Urgh! She reeks!” he barked in the Kyyreni tongue of Ruljic.
“Then wash it before you fuck it,” the female said casually. “My only instructions were to bring it to you alive, nothing more.”
Not bothering to acknowledge her, the male stepped in and grabbed Kelsee by her hair. It had once been purple, but two weeks had given time for her natural black to begin reasserting itself. The lizard girl shrieked in pain as she was dragged from her cell and thrown against the far wall, where her arms were bound behind her back and a chain wrapped around her neck. The slaver dragged her along without effort, not caring how she tripped and stumbled as he reached the airlock. Ban was waiting there, guilt writ large across his muzzle. She had neither the strength nor the courage to give him anything but the briefest look of terror before being pulled across to the slaver ship, never to see her abductor again.

Her new home turned out to be a tiny, cramped cage. The Kyyreni shoved her inside, caring little for her protests, and locked the door behind. By the time she had squirmed around into something resembling a comfortable position her captor had fetched a hose, and the Karrian girl shrieked as a blast of icy water struck her. She thrashed in the tiny cage, unable to shield herself from the blast no matter how she squirmed and writhed. The hosing eventually ceased, leaving the lizard girl shivering behind the dripping bars as a second slaver emerged. He was another Kyyreni, but this one had orange fur instead of blond. His eyes were smaller, more narrow, and more callous in glare. He threw a sponge on top of the cage. “Scrub yourself,” he barked.
She obeyed, rubbing the grey sponge over her body. It produced suds that smelled unpleasantly chemical. Her two captors watched impatiently as she covered herself in suds, and once done the orange Kyyreni reached for the sponge. As soon as he was clear more icy water hit her, washing the suds away.
“We'll have to wait for her to dry,” Orange said, and they both departed.
Now alone, Kelsee was left to sob in her cramped new home. The tiny cell gave her no room to stand nor stretch, so she resigned to curling up in a ball as best she could. The cage was bolted to the floor of the room, which was a hard metal grille through which the soapy water gurgled. Being soft-scaled it was highly uncomfortable for her to rest upon.
She slept, more due to exhaustion than anything, and awoke when the orange slaver banged on the top of her cage. He waited, albeit impatiently, until he had the girl's full attention. “What was your name, slave?”
“K-el-see,” she whimpered, fighting tears as she struggled to speak.
“I have read the notes that came with you; they say this is what you've always wanted. You've dreamed of being a slave for a long time, haven't you?”
“Not like this!” she wailed, but her protests served only to amuse the villain.
“Get out of the cage,” he growled, unlocking the door by remote. Kelsee obeyed, squirming out on her hands and knees, only to be dragged by the hair onto her feet. “Hold your paws out.”
“I don't h-” she tried to say, but a harsh slap to the face silenced her.
“Hold your paws out,” he said again, and Kelsee offered her hands. A pair of metal cuffs were clicked tightly into place, and with no regard for her comfort he pulled her arms up to secure them to an overhead hook. A press of the remote in his paw hoisted the girl off her feet, leaving her toes scrabbling air just an inch off the deck.
“Let's see what I have to work with,” he said to himself with a smile as he knelt down in front of the lizard. He pulled one leg to the side to give a better view of her pussy, which drew a puzzled sound from his lips. “You don't have a clit.”
“K-Karrians don't have o-one!” she whimpered. “P-please, this hurts!”
The winch above her whirred, bringing the soles of her feet onto the floor and creating a little slack. The Kyyreni kicked her legs apart to give himself better access to her privates. “You are nothing more than a fuck-toy from now on, Karrian. You exist only to pleasure your master. My job is to make sure you are fit for purpose, and so we're going to teach you how to behave. We're going to start simple – I will use your body, and you will like it.”
“No!” she protested weakly, which only earned her another harsh slap.
“You never use that word.” he told her coldly. “You never protest, you never show a hint of disgust or displeasure at anything done to you. You want to be raped. Say it.”
“I... w-want to b-b-be raped,” the girl sobbed.
“Good. Now act like it.” He reached down and stroked her passage, his finger pushing between her labia and teasing the sensitive flesh beneath. Kelsee flinched at the touch, which prompted the slaver to withdraw his finger and hit her again. “I told you never to show disgust to your master! No matter; if you don't like being touched then I guess you can learn to enjoy other forms of stimulation.”
He disappeared from view, rummaging in the unseen corners of his torture chamber. Kelsee tried to figure out what the odd sounds meant, but the only hint of what was to come was when something cold and metal pressed against her tailhole and was violently shoved inside. The Kyyreni had no regard for her yelp of pain, ignoring her sounds and squirming as he passed a red box between her legs and placed it on the floor in front of her. He raised a crocodile clip up for the lizard girl to see. “Normally, this would go on your clit. I guess labia will have to do.”
The dull teeth bit into her sensitive flesh, making Kelsee yelp and squirm anew. Before she could grow accustomed to this new, unwelcome pain a fresh hell struck her – a sudden, burning surge of electricity coursed through her abdomen, making her anus and vaginal passage convulse painfully under the sudden attack. It was so sharp and so intense she couldn't draw enough breath to scream.
“There, wasn't that fun?” the wolfish slaver asked when the shocking stopped. “Did you enjoy that?”
“No!” Kelsee wailed, and was rewarded by another burst of lightning through her tender cunny. Her back arched as a primal howl of torment escaped her, the reptilian girl thrashing helplessly against her restraints for several long seconds that felt to her like hours.
The agony ceased. “Was that fun, slave?”
Kelsee didn't answer right away, gulping down air instead as she choked on her own sobs. A flicker of pain hit her again as the electricity came back on for a split second, just long enough to snap her to attention. “Yes! Yes it was f-fun!” she blubbered.
The Kyyreni's furred finger slipped between her thighs. She winced as he forced it inside and probed her intimate entrance. The digit was withdrawn with a cruel chuckle, and he wiped the fluid across her snout. “You enjoy this.”
“No!” Kelsee wailed, shaking her head frantically.
“Oh you do, I think I'll let you have more fun,” the slaver said, and laughed at how she howled even before the electricity burned her cunt again. The painful contractions were made all the worse by his mockery, but the current's forceful stimulation of her nerves was causing something worse than pain. In a brief, yet terrible moment of clarity, Kelsee felt herself briefly tense as the shocks forced her to climax. The slaver clearly saw what had happened, given how he purred at her, “see? I told you you liked to be tortured.”
Choking blubs escaped the girls lips. As the worst, most hateful orgasm of her life began to fade Kelsee lost control of her bladder, spattering the deck with her urine. The orange-furred Kyrreni laughed at her all the more, letting the agonising shock continue until the last of her stream had spluttered out. Only then did it cease. “I did not say you could relieve yourself,” he purred, his tone hiding none of the sadistic joy he took from her suffering. “Can you guess how I'm going to punish you for that?”
“P-please no mo-ore!” Kelsee wailed, but her words died in her throat as the shocks resumed.
“I'll be back in a few hours,” he said, letting the remote clatter to the floor. He turned away from the thrashing, screaming lizard girl, cackling evilly all the way to the door and leaving her to her inescapable agony. She passed out soon after, though not before the lightning causing through her crotch forced her to climax once again.

She woke up face down on the hard metal grille of the deck. Every inch of her body ached, her throat felt like it had been sliced to ribbons with all the screaming, and through her blurred vision she could see an ugly, raw band of red around her wrist. She didn't dare check the other. She didn't dare move from where she'd been left. Instead, she tried to take stock of her situation. Her anus and vagina both throbbed, though the latter hurt far more than the former. As she focused on her privates she was aware of a wetness trickling down over her mound that she felt sure was not some fluid of her own.
“How was she?” a voiced asked from out of her field of vision, one she recognised as the orange-furred Kyyreni slaver.
“Not the best I've had, but a hole's a hole,” said another.
“Did you use protection?”
“No, why would I? It's not like the bitch is going to get pregnant.” The comment made Kelsee wince as she realised it was his seed leaking out of her. The bastard had raped her when she was unconscious!
“The noble who buys her might get pissed if he catches whatever filth you're infected with. Nobles tend to be inventive about how to 'cure' spreaders.” Orange added to his peer. Kelsee heard footsteps approach her, followed by a rustling of clothes. “Get up, whore.”
Kelsee roused, her movements slow and stiff. She got to her knees and tried to stand, only to be kicked hard in the back and slammed back onto the deck. “Didn't tell you to stand. I want you on your knees.”
She tried again to rise, kneeling as instructed. Orange came around in front of her, his swollen manhood twitching at full erection. His furred fingers stroked the knot at the base of his cock, coaxing out a bead of precum from the tip. “Suck my cock and swallow what I give you. Do well, and you might earn some food and water. You must be thirsty after all the screaming you've done.”
The lizard girl wanted to curse the bastard, but the vivid memory of her recent torture strangled any thought of resistance. She opened her mouth and took his length, massaging the hot meat with her tongue. Her eyes slid closed as she tried to imagine she was pleasuring someone she cared for, but the only face that she could conjure was that of Ban, the Kyyreni who'd betrayed her and tricked her into slavery.
The slaver pulled his cock out of her maw, prompting her eyes to snap open. She looked up in mute fear at the disgusted Kyyreni. “Bitch's mouth is too dry,” he growled.
“I have an idea,” the blond slaver chimed in. “Got something here that will lube her up nicely.”
A grey bottle was tossed to Orange, who chuckled at his companion's inventiveness. As he squirted a hefty dollop of the liquid onto his cock, Kelsee caught the scent of the goo and recognised it as the soap she'd been made to scrub with. He worked the soap along his length, covering his manhood with suds and foam until almost all the flesh was gone. Satisfied, he pressed his soapy cock against her dry lips and ordered her to suck.
The lizard girl opened her maw to take the cock in, and almost immediately began to retch at the foul taste of the soap. Her gagging amused her captors no end, and before she could regain any kind of composure the slaver thrust his cock deep into her mouth. He gripped the Karrian's head and pinned her snout against his crotch, filling her nose with his strong, musky scent while the soap burned her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow the soap dripping off his cock, if only to gain a chance to breathe. Her panicked struggling and gag instincts amused the cruel creature holding her no end, drawing feral purrs as his cock twitched in her mouth, while the movement spread the sickly suds to every corner of her mouth. The grey suds clung to the stubs of her teeth and dripped from her jaw like foamy drool, but the cock in her mouth ensured that most of the soap stayed spread over her tongue.
The slaver let her pull back just enough to breathe. “Suckle it,” he ordered, grinning as she closed her lips around his length. Teary eyed, she slowly rocked her head back and forth, pulling back until only the tip was in her mouth before letting the slippery meat slide along her soaped tongue until her lips kissed the knot. The slaver let her continue for a time, but as his arousal grew he took matters into his own paws again and gripped her head, holding her still as he thrust at his own pace. Without warning save for a sharp grunt a hot, sticky fluid hit the back of her throat, prompting more gags and choking.
“Swallow it all!” he commanded, and Kelsee blinked away tears as she was forced to swallow his load and hefty doses of rancid soap suds along with it. The slaver kept his cock in her mouth long after he'd finished, seemingly just to enjoy the sight of the broken, miserable girl holding his manhood in her mouth.
She quickly discovered he had more in store. Hot, acrid piss began to strike the back of her mouth, but the Kyyreni slaver held her maw tight. One hand kept her chin tilted up to prevent his piss from spilling out while the other clamped tight over her snout to block her nose. Her gulping became ever more frantic as she ran out of air, leaving her with no choice but to gulp down his disgusting fluids. He finally finished, releasing her and pulling his cock out of her mouth. Immediately, Kelsee collapsed onto the deck, gagging and retching.
“You'll keep it down if you know what's good for you,” Orange warned her. “There's plenty more we could be feeding you.”
The girl shuddered at the implications of the warning. It was a close thing, but she held her stomach. To her surprise, the slaver offered a cup of water, which she took and gulped down eagerly. The water helped to wash out some of the lingering soap from her maw, which tainted the otherwise refreshing liquid, but she hoped it would help to rid her of the foul taste all the sooner. “Slaves should not be so greedy,” Orange warned, making the lizard flinch. He took the cup from her, though not forcefully. “Do you want more?”
“Y-yes, master,” she whimpered, and was rewarded with a harsh blow that knocked her to the deck.
“You want what you are given!” he snapped, returning to the all-too familiar cruelty. “You want what I tell you to want! Get back on your knees.”
Kelsee complied, sniffling and whimpering as her cheek began to bruise. He filled the glass with the hose and held it before her. “Do you want this?” he asked. Lesson learned, she stayed mute. After several seconds, Orange threw the water in her face, making her yelp. Then he turned to his companion. “Go find it a ration bar.”
The Karrian stayed where she'd been left, blinking water out of her eyes as the slaver busied himself. He made no effort to hide the various tools he intended to use, including the damned electrical box he'd tortured her with before. When the blond slaver returned, Orange took a wrapped block of foodstuff from him and brought it to the girl along with another glass of water. He opened the packet and held it in front of her. “You will eat this,” he ordered. It was bland mush with the consistency of mashed potato and a taste akin to cardboard, but it was flavourful compared to what she'd been forced to swallow. He made her drink again afterwards.
“I have never understood how anyone could believe creatures like you have a soul,” Orange said as he watched Kelsee gulp down the last of her meal. “The look in your eyes now is that of an animal. I have fed you, watered you, and now you are content. You wish to stay content, yes? You wish to escape more pain?”
Kelsee froze, staring straight ahead and trembling faintly as her survival instinct caught the trap as it was laid. The slaver gave a satisfied grunt at her reaction. “It learns. Let's test that. Do not move unless I tell you to move.”

He waited for a full three minutes, leaving Kelsee kneeling on the hard metal of the floor, before kicking her in the chest without warning. Sprawled on her back, she did not resist as her limbs were pulled or nudged so that she was lying neatly on the deck. Then her legs were lifted up and tucked against her chest. She was ordered to hold her legs in place, giving the slaver both a clear view and free access to her groin. He fetched sturdy leather cuffs and attached them to her wrists and thighs, binding one to the other so she was trapped in a humiliating ball position.
“My colleague has already had some fun with you. I would have waited until you were awake. What can you learn from being raped if you aren't conscious to experience it?” he asked as he fetched an anal plug from the nearby table. “Your master may want to rape you under your tail, so you must be trained for that as well. Before we indulge in that, I want to make sure you're clean.”
The plug was pressed against her anus, and as with the electric plug it was shoved harshly inside without lube, nor any car for the considerable discomfort that caused. The pain left Kelsee panting, and as she tried to calm herself she noticed a tube in the slaver's hand that descended down out of her field of view. He hooked the tube to a metal stand and attached a large bag. Once finished, he fetched a small finger bowl from the desk and tipped his finger into it. He made a show of lapping the liquid off the digit before dipping it again and kneeling down beside Kelsee's head. “Do you know what I find fascinating about animals like you? How differently you perceive the world. This mixture, for example-” he paused to soak his finger in the liquid and suck it dry, “-produces a pleasant tingling. Minty, I would call it. I want to know what you think it tastes like. Open your muzzle.”
He wet his finger again as Kelsee opened her mouth. He quickly wiped his wet finger over her tongue and the top of her mouth before withdrawing it again. Just as the digit left her maw the tingling began, rapidly escalating into a searing burn that made her eyes water. She began to whine and whimper as the searing, peppery water set her mouth on fire. The slaver watched her discomfort, savouring every moment of it. It took several long, harsh minutes for the burning to fade, leaving her mouth numb and tingling. “What is your opinion, slave?”
“I...” Kelsee met the slaver's eye and saw nothing but cruelty. “What do you want me to say, master?”
That earned her an approving smile. “I think you found this unpleasant. I think the idea of being made to drink even this little bowl would make you utterly miserable. In fact, I'm quite sure if I forced this down your throat you would be violently sick.” He wet his finger again and gently wiped it across her exposed nipple. To Kelsee's horror, her breast began to tingle. He wet her other nipple, by which time the first had begun to burn just as her mouth had. The slave began to squirm ever more desperately as the hellish fire-water soaked into the soft scales of her breast, while the slaver cruelly dripped it down her front. His intent was obvious, and when he ducked between her legs her resolve shattered entirely.
“Please!” she wailed. “Please don't touch me down there!”
The slaver gave no reactions to her cries. He didn't so much as scold her for begging. Instead, he calmly parted her labia, the lingering damp on his fingers causing a faint tingle that Kelsee knew would soon grow into a hot, peppery burning. She believed he intended to finger her, to coat her pussy with liquid fire and leave her to burn. The truth was somehow worse. Something cold and metal touched against the soft, pink flesh nestled between her pale green lower scale, prodding painfully until it found the opening of her urethra. Her eyes widened in horror, and the slaver met her panicked gaze with a wicked smile, savouring her realisation.
“NO!” she cried as the metal rod was cruelly shoved inside her. The agony was so intense it made stars flash before her eyes, but that was nothing compared to what followed. The throbbing of her tortured urethra became a pulsing, which became a burning. She choked on her own cries, huffing and gulping as she desperately tried to breath through the searing heat in her groin. It paralysed her completely, causing her vision to blur and her pulse to hammer in her ears. Pain beyond words, beyond comprehension, drove the very mind from her body.
It subsided, but did not cease. Slowly, the hell wound down to mere pain that left her red faced, tearful and whining like a kicked puppy. The slaver stood over her with a twitching erection, loving every moment of her pain. He clicked his fingers to draw her attention back to the bag hanging over her. “This goes into the plug under your tail. All of it.”
The slave girl's jaw fell open, a wordless croak escaping from her lips. “A-anything but that!” she mewled. “Please! I-I'll do anything!”
“This is punishment for pissing on my floor. When this punishment is over, you will be punished for this pathetic begging for mercy. You will learn your place, slave, and you will learn the hard way.”
The slaver let the water flow, and Kelsee howled as the fiery enema began to fill her rear. Bound as she was, all she could do was writhe and howl as more and more liquid sloshed inside, its agonising heat making Kelsee feel as if she was being cooked from the inside out. The heat and pressure built up until the lizard felt sure she was going to burst, yet it never stopped, continuing to stretch her straining insides until her stomach bulged under the pressure.
As she wailed, her groin and anus burning, her breasts numb and aching, and her insides straining under the pressure of the enema, the slaver gave her one last bit of cruel attention. His fingers, mercifully dry, curled their way inside of her cunny and began to rub against her most sensitive spot. Sobs of pain became wails of shame and self-loathing as she was brought to orgasm, every twitch and spasm causing the sounding rod to jolt painfully against her strained urethra. Once finished, he let her wail for a few minutes before rolling her painfully onto her shoulders.
“Hold the water in,” he barked as he pulled out the plug. Another was forced in to replace it, one without the feed tube that had delivered the enema. Satisfied, he let her drop back to the deck.
The Karrian lay still, shaking from exhaustion. The girl scarcely paid heed to the movements of the slaver until he leaped upon her, pinning her to the deck and forcing a thick, black mask over her head. A rubbery dildo was forced into her mouth as the leather closed around her snout, forcing her to suck upon the intruder. Sight was lost and hearing muffled as the hood closed over her head and was tightened forcefully, putting unwelcome pressure onto her skull. Hands grabbed her and dragged her, tossing her into the cage she'd awoken in before shuffling her into a sitting position. Her hands were bound to the top of the cage. She was not sure what else happened, but soon felt liquid flowing into her mouth. The sensation startled her, yet to Kelsee's relief it tasted like lukewarm water. Once she had been made to drink to their satisfaction the slavers left, or at least continued their affairs quietly enough that Kelsee could not hear them.

Being in the cage offered little rest. As time went on the enema's fire dulled, but the pressure remained. She could not sleep, though she dearly wished to; even if she had somehow drifted off despite the enema straining her insides, unseen figures continued to force-feed her liquids, including something that burned like cheap vodka and got her slightly tipsy. Yet the alcohol scarcely took the edge off her misery, for as time went on the forced drinking brought on a new hell of its own.
The Karrian only briefly considered trying to maintain her modesty. The idea of soaking her own scales with urine wasn't a pleasant one, but she quickly surrendered to the fact that her tormentors were unlikely to care enough to take her to a proper bathroom. With a soft whine she relaxed and let herself go, yet no relief came. The sounding rod forced inside her was acting as a plug, stopping the lizard girl from emptying her bladder. She began to whimper, first out of fear then out of sheer desperation. When she believed someone was close she began to squirm and call out as best she could in frantic hope they would help, but all they ever did was feed her more water.
As time passed, the pressure became agony. Tears soaked the inside of the leather hood as Kelsee bawled into the mask's dildo, screaming out garbled pleas for release. Eventually, someone acknowledged her; the cruel voice of Orange came from behind, “you must be about ready to burst by now. I might just let that happen. I bet you'll pop like a balloon!”
His taunts got the desired reaction from the girl, who howled all the louder. To her surprise, the mask loosened and was pulled away. She craned her head around frantically and pleaded, “Please take the plugs out! I can't take it!”
“Oh I will, but you're going to have to get out of the cage first.” Her hands were unbound and the cage door unlocked by remote, but the act of squirming free was hellish. Every time she shifted the liquids inside changed pressure, and so each crawl or twist caused either her tail or bladder to flare up in sharp, desperate pain. The slaver gave her no assistance, his erection proof of how much he enjoyed watching her inflict pain on herself with each motion.
When she finally wriggled free, Kelsee was forced to stand. Her wrists were hooked up above her head once more, though not nearly so harshly as earlier. The Kyyreni gripped the sounding rod first and yanked it free, prompting Kelsee to immediately begin wetting herself. Her urethra burned as she peed, robbing her even of that simple sense of satisfaction which came from relieving oneself. She hadn't finished when the anal plug was pulled out, and the Karrian clenched her eyes shut in shame as the enema was emptied unceremoniously onto the grilled floor. The slaver hosed her down with cold water and the floor around her, letting it all gurgle away into the underfloor system.

The green lizard hung from her restraints like the meat they viewed her as, hoping against hope that there would be some respite at last. Instead, she was greeted by a new sensation, one that was almost pleasant compared with all she'd endured. A cold, slippery digit pressed against her tailhole and slipped inside, coating her tight, gnarled entrance with chilly lubricant. Orange pulled his finger out and wiped the remaining lube into her hair before pressing his hardened cock against her passage. He slid in with a low purr of satisfaction, an action that drew no reaction from the Karrian girl. She was too broken to care about being raped now, especially as the rapist was taking his time. The slow, steady thrusts into her much-abused rear made her tailhole throb as it was stretched, yet she made no sound and the slaver's only acknowledgement of his act was a subtle increase in pace and weight of breathing.
Slowly, his thrusts grew in tempo, becoming more urgent and pushing deeper under her tail. She felt his knot press against her and fought back a grimace at the prospect of being taken that way, certain that the pain of having the widened meat forced into her would be far preferable to whatever hellish punishment he'd inflict for breaking his rules. Despite her best efforts, Kelsee gave a low yelp as the knot forced past her tortured anus. She clamped down instinctively on the intruder, much to the slaver's delight – his groan of pleasure was followed by an urgent twitching that continued for some time, but when he stilled the male chose not to pull out. He waited, huffing in satisfaction onto the back of the slave's neck, then began to slowly hump again. Though he had less room to thrust once fully knotted, his huffs and pants made it clear he was enjoying what movement he had. Kelsee, becoming used to the pressure of the knot stretching her, resigned to still, silent acceptance of her fight. She gave up trying to guess for how long her anal passage was violated, nor did she pay any mind to the patterns of thrusting, twitching, then stillness. She only knew that her abuser had satisfied himself multiple times under her tail.
The hateful cock slid free with a wet pop, followed by a dribble of seed and lube that trickled down her backside. Clearly pleased with himself, the slaver took a moment to smooth his mane before releasing Kelsee from her binds and steering her back toward the cage. She heard what sounded like a self-satisfied murring as she dropped to her knees and crawled inside without instruction.
“Well, that was a productive first day,” Orange boasted. “You still need some work, but by the time I'm done you will be the perfect little fuck toy. I just wish I had longer, but a month of fucking that tight little tailhole of yours is better than nothing.”
The cruel words made her twitch in terror. All that she had endured here... had been a single day? It felt like a lifetime of suffering! The slaver clearly saw her internal torment for he began to laugh, and continued to mock her anguish as he departed the torture chamber, leaving Kelsee alone in her cage.