<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice smiled to herself when she had gotten back to work. She could only imagine the thoughts on Peter's mind while he tried to consider whether or not she had meant she was open for a sexual interaction with him. In a good mood and feeling her spirit light, Alice resumed work. The first few hours weren't that bad. Alice even manage to finish her second hole with only the usual muscle pain.<br/><br/>As she started the next one, it got harder. She had doubts that she would even finish it, and it was really hard to do so. Alice was sure her body would not last to the end of the fourth hole, but she started drilling anyway. Way before she was halfway through, it was really hard to go on already. The drill was escaping a little, and Alice felt like her body was on fire. She could feel her heart beating in her temples, and the clear impression that her mind was about to shut down.<br/><br/>But she pushed herself a little more. It was not about Peter. It was about herself, and her own stupid pride. And she could have made it through her first day, if she hadn't passed out half an hour before the end of the second shift. <br/><br/>While Peter carried her out and into the shower, he could have been dealing with a doll, or a dead body. Alice breathed softly, but other than that, no reaction came from her. The policewoman didn't notice where she was being taken to, or that she had a t-shirt on. She simply shifted a little in bed and continued to sleep. If the world had ended at that moment, she wouldn't have noticed anything different.</div>