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[antonnachzehrer]

Maeve stares at the rope, then looks back up at the woman. "You... You don't need to do that," she says. "I... I w-won't r-run."

She can't stop her voice from trembling still.

{He really does. Like there's a difference between being a dumb teenager and being a jerk, and he crossed it a long time ago. :| }

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[timbits_tootsie]

Isra flashes her fangs. "Your hands, girl," she demands. When the other fails to respond, she grabs her by the wrists and loops the rope around them, ending it in a knot that leaves them helpless and immobile.

"Sit down."

(*highfive*)

[antonnachzehrer]

Maeve stares down at her bound wrists, then, slowly, lowers herself to the ground. She doesn't look at her captor, too busy biting her lip and trying not to cry.

{:D}

[timbits_tootsie]

Isra stares at her with hard eyes for anothr minute before she pushes the bag over to the nearest tree trunk with her foot, well out of the girl's reach. "Don't touch my things," she says. "Stay right where you are. I need to find logs for a fire."

(Okay, I'm going to bed now, sleep tight :3)

[antonnachzehrer]

Maeve says nothing, only continues to stare at the ground, biting her lip so hard it bleeds while tears begin to drip from her eyes.

{♥}