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wash the stink away in a bathtub.
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"I love watching a professional at work," Major Andria said.
"Rot. In. Hell." Wendy sat straight and still, fists clenched and shaking,
voice barely audible.
"Wendy, please don't take this as a threat. We have no intention of harming
you. I can tell you that straight out because you probably wouldn't respond
well to torture anyway. We need your mind, you see. And the easiest way of
ensuring your cooperation is by repeating the performance you just saw with
one of your other compatriots. Lovely Carli Silver perhaps, though it would
be a shame to waste such a perfect physical specimen. We could evey try your
leader, Sarah Liman, though . . ." The major looked closely at Wendy's
face, seeing what was trying desparately to conceal.
From the small pile of personal effects that had dumped on the table, the
Major selected Wendy's picture of Sarah and stared at it a minute; then
crumpled it into a small wad. "That's it, isn't it. Even though the woman
seduced you to get you to join 's little rebel band, you still love her.
Good, good. I'd hate to make a martyr of her, but I will if necessary".
"It's not up to me. They'll never just let you take me out of here".
"Very shrewd.
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