The first time they captured Andrea, they'd had the decency to knock her out.
She'd stopped kicking and yelling as soon as their party was out of sight of the burning fort. When it became clear that Dr. Larsen wasn't going to get his s**t together and rescue her.
Not as if Andrea had had high hopes.
She knew all the tricks. Go limp and polite. Flex your muscles when they tie the cords around your wrists. Don't show how happy you are when the stupid amateurs tie your hands in front of you. Smile, be polite while they attach a leash to the cord and lead you like a f*****g dog. Slog for what feels like miles through the primeval undergrowth, feeling every bug and dinosaur-leech in creation attach itself to you, all the while working the bonds until they get loose. Lie down meekly when they
