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EMERALD LAKE
Wenner Gibb’s smile grew wider. “Ewww…aggressive thing, aren’t you? I knew you’d be a biter.” He gently ran his hand up her leg, stopping at just the right places to apply pressure with his fingers. She fought him, but he held her down with a gloved hand and continued. He spoke to her in a quiet tone. “Come on, Red, let me finish. You’ll come to appreciate what I’m doing…I promise.”
Once satisfied, he planned his next move. He held onto Red and stretched forward to grab the surgical tape on the table, a pair of scissors and a stick. He worked quickly, and when he finished, Wenner covered Red with a cut-up sheet. Slipping his free hand into a matching leather glove, he picked her up and put her into a cage. Red tried to stand but gave up and settled in the corner of the c
