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As the cop tightened the wrist-bound fabric, the tension from the bindings tightening as you see a glint in his aviator glasses.
Suddenly, the zombie face contorts as you hear the sound of stretching elastic, his grip on your releasing as he lets out a powerful howl. A shadow looms over his shoulders as his own neon green boxer briefs were being lifted upwards, higher than they were previously. You want as his pants falls and the underwear is draped completely over his face as to stumble and sway, reaching a hand behind him only for the mysterious shadowy figure to swat away the cop's hands, letting his entire waistband eclipse him, jumping over him and slamming him into the ground.
Your eyes squinted a bit as you fear your ass is in for further torture, worse than that wedgie zombie but you hear a normal voice. "Hey, you alright kid?" The feminine voice was oddly kind, soothing. "C'mon, talk to me, don't tell me I'm too late."
Looking up, the bright florescent light shines through, casting a long shadow over your eyes, obscuring the identity of your rescuer. Her arms reach out and undoes your wedgie bindings as you're finally able to get a good look at this women. She is a young brunette with long said and of similar stature as yours. Her large doe brown eyes gazed down at you worriedly and a light shade of pink covered her cheeks, she looks genuinely like a good person. "Hey! Talk to me or you're getting what he got!" The threat shocks you back to reality as he shake your head recollecting yourself.
"I'm, uh, I'm ok. But...where am I? Why was he giving me a wedgie? Where is everyone? I can't remember a thing." You finally spoke after minutes of silence.
"What? must have amnesia. Oh god, that's just perfect. I was hoping you ask you if you knew of a way out of this city and you were just some survivor that went in here alone." You pouted as she looked annoyed, crossing her arms.
"Wait, why were you following an officer? You actually came to save me?" You smiled happy to feel saved at last.
"I didn't come to exactly save you, just get information, but now you're just dead weight. I should just hang you on a hook and leave you for the next bozo to get." She wrapped her fingers around your waistband but before she could tug you shoot your hands out and plead.
"Wait! Wait! I can help you I...I." You trail off as her eyes scowl.
"What can you do to help me. I've been on my own for this long, what do you got that I don't?" She glares waiting for an answer.
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