Of course, the terrorist wasn't here alone. More masked assailants enter the room, and your world vanishes as Miss Hensley's hand forms into a fist around you. In the dark and the warm and the terror you feel the movement and impact as the giant fist is swung into the faces of attackers. Your bones are jarred much more than those of the terrorists, and at each moment you fear that Hensley could squeeze just a tad too hard and crush your puny form. When that doesn't happen, you wonder how well the conflict has progressed.
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