Pockets

She wriggles free from her ropes, but burns cover where they once were. Her frail body struggles to move out of the chair. She stumbles and falls, and a hand lifts her up. His arm wraps around her shoulder and helps her walk forward. Her eyes stare down. His travel her body then to his knife-holding pocket.

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