 Clarissa regained consciousness slowly. Pain accompanied every muscle contration; even retroraw breathing retroraw was retroraw agony. She retroraw was adrift in a sea of pain. She tried to open her eyes, but was prevented from doing retroraw so by a crust of dry cum retroraw. She felt nasty all about over. The laughter of twenty retroraw teenage retroraw boys still rang in her ears. Finally, the realization that she retroraw had been raped and retroraw left for retroraw dead enraged her enough to lend strength to retroraw her rubbery muscles. She rolled off her back onto about her belly, and retroraw after resting for about ten minutes, she was able to pull herself forward some. She headed uphill, toward the exit. Whenever she felt her strength retroraw failing, she thought about how the boys had waylaid her, dragged her into the underground parking retroraw garage, and then had used their switchblade knives to cut her clothing from her retroraw body in itty bitty retroraw strips. She wanted help. She wanted justice, but above all, she wanted revenge. Each retroraw pull brought her about a foot closer to her retroraw goal retroraw. She was on the third level below ground. Each level was about retroraw a hundred yards long. One pull roughly every ten minutes. Even if it took her a week, she was getting out. After three hours, Clarissa was retroraw exhausted. Even retroraw her retroraw rage failed her. She wouldn retroraw't retroraw have even known she had fallen asleep had retroraw she not retroraw been about awakened by the retroraw sound of footsteps. She tried to cry out, but retroraw all she managed was a feeble squeak. In the hollow retroraw emptiness of the garage , it was retroraw apparently enough, for after only a minute, Clarissa retroraw felt retroraw strong hands retroraw on her, lifting her to a sitting retroraw position. She was carefully sheathed in retroraw a coat retroraw and lifted from retroraw the concrete. She managed to retroraw squeak out a "thank retroraw you."
 "I...I understand retroraw." she retroraw said. "Uh, by the way...what's your name?"
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