Overpowers soldiers

While very weakened and after being tortured she easily overpowers multiple soldiers and her jaws are like a bear trap
“Holy shit,” Kessler said. Had they tied a wild animal up? He leveled his rifle, clicked on the front-mounted light, and shone it over the misshapen heap of bags. He traced his light up the pole. Rust-brown bloodstains coated the wood below the bags. Then he passed his light to the tent spike.
“Oh holy God,” Kessler said. It wasn’t a strap they’d nailed to the post. It was a human wrist. “It’s a person.”
He and Seo dropped to their knees. He flicked his combat knife out and sawed the baling wire. Seo worked from the bottom up and snapped a wire off, then forced the mass of garbage bags aside, baring small feet. Please let them be attached.
Seo clipped another wire. They were. Kessler ripped the plastic bag open where there was a lump like a head, above where the wire tightened around the shape of a neck.
“It’s a girl,” Kessler said, his throat and stomach contracting all at once. “I think.” It was hard to tell. Her face had amassed brown and purple bruises, eyes swollen to slits, her mouth a bloody mess.
“Look at her wrist,” Seo said.
He did. She’d been tied to the post by baling wire and covered in plastic, but her wrist was stretched straight over her head. They’d pounded a railroad tie–sized spike through her wrist just below where the bones in the forearm met. “Jesus. The wire on her throat’s tight,” Seo said. “Can’t get my knife in. Think she’s conscious?”
“Has to be,” Kessler said. He swallowed. “Only way she could keep from choking to death…”
“…was by hoisting herself up on the spike in her wrist,” Seo finished.
They glanced at one another, and then Kessler radioed. “We have a hostage in bad shape. Need an evac with Jenson. Badly injured left arm, low on blood, unknown number of other injuries,” he said as they pulled the plastic bags off. Her skin was chalk-white wherever it wasn’t bruised.
“How bad?” Davis radioed.
“Bad. Counting multiple wounds to her torso. Combination gunshots and knives.”
Seo checked her scalp. “Someone shot her close range. You can see where the bullet glanced off her skull.”
They’d half freed her from the wire when her eyes slitted open beneath the swelling. They were black.
She spat a wad of blood. White teeth flashed and for a split second Kessler thought he saw fangs. He leaned in to get a better look. Then she seized his throat. He gripped her skinny arm at elbow and wrist, pried, but he couldn’t shake her. He wheezed, eyes watering.
Seo grabbed her and pulled from the other direction, but she gripped like a demon. Ike and Alvarez saw them and both jumped on. Finally they wrenched her loose. She fought them, a flurry of animal sounds, elbows, wild punches. One knocked Alvarez’s helmet sharply down and to the side and he fell onto his ass blinded by his own gear. Kessler leapt onto her and pinned her midsection, forcing a forearm across her throat. “Settle! We won’t hurt y—fuck!” She’d sunk her teeth into his forearm. Felt like a bear trap. Bled like one too. Seo went to rip her head back and Kessler yelled, “No, fuck, get back.”
They stared.
“Just get back!”
The three of them did. He stared into the slits she had for eyes, blood seeping out of his forearm. He could see where her unnaturally pointed canines had penetrated the flesh. She had teeth like a wolf’s, a bit too long on top and bottom.
He swallowed through the pain and looked down at her. “I’m a doctor. I won’t hurt you.”
She growled but didn’t rip his skin off like he was sure she could.


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