The hunter seized first her right wrist, and then her left, buckling each in turn firmly into the manacles hanging from the frame. The respite was only brief, however. XXX All the while Frank was continuing to pull things out of her. Frank tossed a handful of something squishy to the dogs and then reached up to her arms. Jen ducked just in time, letting the bolo fly past her head, before turning and sprinting again for the fence. One of the women from the party took up a sponge to help out. Strings of intestines spilled out onto the ground in front of Jen’s horrified gaze.
