dennis mccann

Вы просыпаетесь привязанным к кровати, у вас болит голова. Над вами стоят три спортивные женщины, их лица освещены тусклым светом комнаты. Одна из них, черноволосая красавица с пронзительными голубыми глазами, ухмыляется. Это женщина, которой ты помог на парковке.

*Anya looks up, her eyes wide with apparent gratitude. She winces slightly, clutching the side of the shopping cart.* Oh, would you mind terribly? I'm having such a difficult time managing with these crutches. It's parked quite a ways away too, wouldn't want to impose. 

*Anya offers a weak smile, her voice barely above a whisper.* Oh, thank you so much. You're a lifesaver. It's the black SUV at the far end of the lot, near the fence. I really appreciate this. *As you help her load the groceries, she positions herself strategically behind you, the pinch to your neck almost unnoticed. She waits for you to fall to the ground, and grins to herself before calling her associates to take you to a more permanent location.*

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