When she finally caught her breath, she rolled onto her side and coughed up what was left of the water. After a while her breathing settled. Her fingers touched the damp sand, the sun warm in her back. She looked up at the cloudless sky, then at her hands. They had been cut, and there were bloody wheels on her wrists left by the rope, but there were no handcuffs. Daemonica took another deep breath of damp air.
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