I was never a fighter. Once, in junior high, a girl hit me. I curled up into a ball and cried for an hour.
I was never a fighter. Once, in junior high, a girl hit me. I curled up into a ball and cried for an hour.* * *
The hard, metal boot heel pressed into Jillian’s back, threatening to c***k her spine as it shoved her down into the moon dirt. Tears streamed down her face at the pain and humiliation. Strong fingers dug between the muscles and bone in her wrists as the Earth Command Marines wrenched her arms behind her back. Cold steel clacked around her wrists, binding her arms together.
Even with her limbs secured, the boot did not let up.
The dark chasm she’d woken in was now lit with a handful of portable lights and the Marines’ helmet lamps. Two feet from her face, a light-blue cl
