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You are weakening consistantly with each day. Each time the cops force themselves upon you, you are left weak, broken, and more miserable than before.
Finally, after one particularly long and grueling session (with Richard, no less), you are almost completely done for. But just as you are about to give out once more, you hear a gunshot ring out through the forest, followed by an unfamiliar voice cursing loudly. The sound fills you with hope that you haven't felt in over a month, and you try to cry for help. Unfortunately, you are so weak that you can barely make a peep. You try again, screaming at the top of your lungs - which in your current state is not very loud at all - and this time you hear a response: approaching footsteps.
After what seems like hours of waiting, a large man steps into view. He is at the very least least 6 feet tall, with a shock of firey red hair, dressed in a gray shirt and pants and a black jacket, holding a rifle. When he sees you, his eyes widen in shock. "Oh my God!" he cries, running over. He begins working on the ropes thet bind you to the trees. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of there" he mutters. When he finds the knots too tight to work with, he draws out a knife from his boot and slices through the ropes, cutting you free. You fall to the ground, limp and barely concious.
The large man helps you up, draping his jacket around you to stop your shaking, not knowing that it is due to trauma. The man tries to help walk you out of the woods, but when he sees that you're too weak to move, he simply carries you back to the road, where he sets you down in the passenger seat of his pickup truck. As he starts the engine, you can barely hear him tell you that you're gonna get help before you pass out.
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When you awaken, you find that you're in a hospital room. There's an IV in your arm, and bandages on your wrists and anknes where the ropes cut into you. You are bandaged in several other places too, including around your breasts and abdomen/hips (though these are more loose). You find you are still very weak, and can barely move, yet it is infinitely better here than being strung up in the woods to be used as a sex slave for a bunch of corrupt cops. You look around as best you can and see that the large man who rescued you is waiting by the door. You look at him and groan in pain, as two words escape your lips, barely above a whisper: "Thank you..."
Written by Dr. X
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