DROP SIXTEEN
Patty felt like s**t. No, scratch that, it was an understatement. Her head felt torn apart, her leg had a thousand daggers digging inside and her chest hurt only when she breathed.
She found a man standing over her, his hands on her body. She moved her hand to push him away, but couldn’t move.
“Wh-” her throat was dry. She licked her lips. The man took notice of her. He was tall, dark, but not particularly handsome. Rugged, you’d describe him as. He had calloused hands, powerful but dexterous. He had a barely trimmed beard and short hair, with a spot missing on his skull from a definite burn sometime in his past.
She pushed upwards and her arm threw sparks, servos whirred. She broke free of her restraint and grabbed his neck. A slight squeeze and his throat would be crushe
