Jewel struggled against
the ropes for as long as her body could take it. The hard, jagged
rocks of The Waste were by no means forgiving and the tight ropes
around her wrists sliced into her, leaving the scent of blood and the
pain too much to bear. Besides, they weren't budging anyway. The last
thing she remembered was taking a rifle butt to the back of the head.
And then she was here, with that blue furred bitch. She let out a
deep sigh as she tried to collect herself, tasting the bitter dirt
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