<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg410525#msg410525">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 21-08-2007, 18:40:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">And then suddenly, she was free.. it was as if her wrists had just slid out of the cuffs... that wasn't possible, was it?  She turned to stare at them, noting that they were still locked tight.  Not at all possible... She decided, right now, she wasn't going to worry about it.  First things first.  She hurried over to the sargeant, and checked his pulse. It was as she had feared.  He was dead.  Anger rushed through her.  She was going to get this bastard.  She <em>knew</em> she should call this in, get to the patrol car and report this, but right now all she could think of was that the longer she waited, the colder his killer, and her rapists, trail would grow.<br/><br/>Her mind made up, she dressed quickly, trying to igore the body fluids that covered her with little success.  She was proud that she only threw up once before tighting her belt around her waist.  Her shirt was a ruined mess, as were her pants... that was the other thing... if she called in now, they'd find her like this.  She'd never be able to face her fellow officers again.<br/><br/>Her features set, she set about examining the small room, detremining where the bastard had gone from here...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Angela almost had a heart attack as the "dead" sergant coughed. He seemed to be regaining consiousness, he moaned in pain with his eyes closed, his body and clothes covered in paint from the cans he knocked over when he was thrown into the shelf.<br/>Angela really did need to learn how to check someone's pulse...