#313328 - He tried to make a tidy job, toying with the idea of letting her bleed to death but he dared not risk the officer's wrath. I have child's rubber boots for your stumps and hands, wear them, trot round like a pig, be a pet to the men wiggle your rump, invite them to fuck you if you wish to live, he advised. Crunch, she heard her legs splintering, heard, the pain did not register, her mind rejecting as spurious any sensation that powerful, yet as the wheel ran up the timber suddenly the timber collapsed to the ground as her knees broke, the lower legs forced forwards till the sockets failed, flopping up then sideways, limp and disconnected, pushed forward through ninety degrees where usually they will only straighten.