POW 2
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"MMMMMRRRGH!! -fuck!" Dani punched the dirt, her whole body tensing as the antiseptic solution sank its icy teeth into yet another raw streak of wounded flesh.
"I'm sorry!" said Zoe reflexively, withdrawing the blood-tinged rag. "I know, I know babygirl. I'm sorry! Do you need something to bite on?"
Dani composed herself, tears streaking her face, panting.
"No, it's alright. It's not your fault. Keep going." She squeezed her eyes shut and squeezed a tight fistful of the blanket.
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The rescue raid had been a success, barely. The team made it in and out of the citadel walls, and they left with Dani. The wrench in the works that they hadn't anticipated was that Dani, as a rebel in custody of the Party, would become a target for all the officers' frustrations with the ongoing insurgency, which they would elect to sublimate via torture. Dani wasn't just a hostage. She was to be made an example.
So the raid team breached the walls only to see their dear comrade, hanging in chains atop a platform in front of an assemblage of party officers and troops. She was half-naked, emaciated, and screaming, as a soldier cut a gruesome pattern of bloody lash marks into her back with a whip. For Zoe, the whole world had slowed to a stop. She became a machine. She didn't know how many she had killed, only that when her heart-rate returned to normal they were back outside the citadel, and Dani was in her arms. Suffering, bleeding, but alive in her arms. She could unpack the details with the others later.
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"How many more?" Dani whimpered, chewing her lower lip and flinching.
"It's...um...hard to count..." said Zoe, choking up as she admitted it. "But only a few I think."
"Okay," Dani breathed. "Can you hold my hand?"