![]() ![]() It was a small and dingy wooden stable, full of hay and bad smells. She could tell it by the sticky sensation over most of her lower face, familiar by now, and by how her lips were so perfectly held shut.Where in the blazes she awakened this time?Sable looked around. She was still sporting the unremovable tapegag. ![]() She knew how it felt to lay in the hay by instict, no need to see clearly or think straight.She was also accustomed to the stench of horseshit, and the place, wherever it was, was full of it.In an impressive physical and mental effort, Silver tried to recover all her wits, sight and strength all at once: disregarding her own confusion, she jumped back on her feet.And then she fell forward on her face.The catsuited mercenary was caught off guard by the rope tying her booted ankles together, and she was further unbalanced by finding out her gloved wrists were tied together behind her back.Coupled with the dizziness from which she hadn't fully recovered yet, the highly-trained combatant couldn't do anything but fall back amidst the hay."Gfh!" She exclaimed instinctively as she fell.Marvelous. But she grew up in a castle in the countryside, and she rode horses since childhood. Silver Sable n the Wide Tape #02Silver Sable woke up lying in the hay and feeling utterly groggy.Her vision was still a blur, and the back of her head was still hurting from the hit that knocked her out. ![]()
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