"Oh fuck yes," Thana cackled and got up. Rolling her shoulders, she took a few steps. "You know, not having my lungs punctured is a very nice feeling." She swiftly tied her robe close, hiding her pale body from view. "FUCK, it's weird not being in pain… oh fuck, oh Christ, you non-existent cuntwaffle, this is weird." She slapped herself – hard. "Ah there it is… there is… shit, I am so defective…"
John was barely listening to the maddened girl. He was by Rave's side. Finally no longer being sat on or getting choked, she was coughing and stabilizing her breathing.
"I will get you out of here," John promised in a whispering tone. Rave wanted to answer but her voice was nothing but a dried-out whisper.
