You feel a little dizzy. You’re not sure how many hours it’s been… Two? …Three? Your legs have gone a bit wobbly and you’re really wishing you’d had another slug of that fermented berry juice before she got started. Exhausted, you sheepishly suggest a short breather. She reminds you with a widening grin that “all afternoon” means all afternoon. You may have told her something along those lines once or twice before, but it seems a tad unfair to use that against you now…
You let out a nervous laugh as she hoists your ankles with surprising vigor. Her grip tightens. You briefly wonder how long she’s had that whole kit ready to go, but you suddenly become very preoccupied.
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