At Donald's apartment…
"Just… a little more…" Orva grunts and groaned to herself as she struggled to get loose from the rope that bruised her wrist. She battled with the ropes for an hour and was only able to loosen it a little bit, because her full strength hasn't been restored, in other words, Orva was stuck with a weak spine, and she would have to harness what she got to get free if she ever wanted to escape.
The rough ropes restraining her cut through her soft pale skin, it created large bruising around her wrist and part of her hands which was changing color.
"Just one more squeeze." She motivates herself.
