She holds you against the open flap with the tip of her leather belt. You are about the size of an ant and completely trapped on both sides by supple lambskin.
"What a nice way for a man to die", she says as she presses the tip of belt into the flap, feeling your little bump of a body flatten and squish. She laughs as she lifts the belt away and sees a pink splotch sticking to the leather of the open pocket flap.