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Elayne climbed back up along the sound of laughter in a whole world of hurt. Every single part of her body throbbed or ached.
Elayne felt like she’d f****d an entire hockey team—only worse.
Only one of her eyes would open and she didn’t like what she saw when it did.
Her arms were duct taped and strapped to the chair arms. Her calves and knees were likewise bound together. When she tried to swing her legs forward, her right knee screamed with complaint.
But her feet didn’t move.
A little testing. Also bound to the chair.
Straps across her chest and stomach were all that were keeping her upright.
Loud.
The sound was loud and humming.
The Antonov AN-124. She was still aboard.
“Hey, we’ve got some life here.” The flight engineer called out.
He looked as battered as she felt.
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