SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Shagohad]

Angie sat atop a cargo crate, the large Pasha applying bandages to her bruised skin. Her left arm was in a sling, crudely set courtesy of Pasha, making it hard for her to make sure the form didn't slip out from under her pen. Instead, Pasha's shotgun was set at the top in order to substitute her hand.

"Hold still. It's hard to do this with you moving. Or you want Pasha to hurt you?" He asked as she shied away from his touch. She responded by relaxing slightly, allowing him to fondle the large bruise on her shoulder with rough hands. What have I gotten into, she thought as she finished the form, awaiting for Pasha to finish molesting her wounds.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"