<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg409744#msg409744">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 20-08-2007, 19:09:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Angela watched him go, still handcuffed, unable to move... she stared over at the body of her sargent, then down at her naked form, the darkness not nearly enough to hide their mixed body secretions... she felt sick to her stomach, not only at what the maniac had done to her, but at her own responses to him... the worst thing was that desire still filled her her like glowing embers between her thighs, her nipples still stiff and sensitive... She'd never felt so helpless in all her life... and with that feeling, another one was quickly rising... hatred.  She'd find him.  She'd hunt him down and hurt him worse then he could imagine for what he'd done to her here... she knew that, as a cop, vengence was the last thing she should be thinking of, but she couldn't help it.  Once she was free she was going to be on his trail like lice on a dog... Looking around in the shadows, she tried to discover the where abouts of the keys to her cuffs...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She saw her discarded pants and her gun belt, frustratingly enough just out of reach, not matter how hard she tried to reach them with her feet...