The Seduction Clause
Her wrist was dislocated.
Now, with one hand freed from the rope, she had a chance. The other wrist was still tethered behind her, but the dislocated arm was useless. She had to fix it. Securing her throbbing wrist between her thighs, she gritted her teeth again and yanked. A wet, sickening pop echoed in the room as the joint snapped back into place. The pain was blinding, but the arm was hers again. Now, with a free hand, she could finally start to work on the last rope.
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