Literature
Birth of a Weapon - Part III
Blackened silence preceded a slow return to consciousness, a prick of blurry light penetrating her eyes. Slowly, her vision recognized two black circles stacked vertically, topped with a small fluorescent yellow tube, the source of the dark black circles lost in the bokeh. She wanted to rub her new eyes into focus, but her movements were restricted, her wrists and ankles tightly bound.
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Hours ago, a beige Chevrolet had careened into her front lawn, frantically exited by a buxom blond dressed in tattered military clothing, her unclothed breasts bouncing, swaying, and wobbling with each cantankerous step as she approached.
With what seem
