Leeha bounced Sancha on her shoulder as she flexed and bent her body to further increase the pressure on the Spaniard's muscles and sinews. Sancha mewed like a wounded cat as her shoulders and torso were subjected to this mercilessly torture. All the time cracking sounds came from her body as if tendons were snapping under the awful strain of the hold.
"Submit!" called Leeha repeatedly, but despite the severe pain she was suffering, Sancha remained mute.