The seventh installment. One more to go: Woooo!!
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Prompt 076: Terror.
Words: 765.
HANDS.
"Jayne!"
She felt the dust scratch on her legs as she was dragged back, hands twisting her shoulders and arms back until she cried out with it. Somebody else, a man whose voice made her shiver said something to Jayne she couldn't hear, but she'd seen the gun.
The hood came over her head before she could scream again, a black cloth that tasted foul in her mouth, like old sweat and grime. It tightened painfully around her neck and she was dragged up to a standing position.
One of them had let her arm go to hold it and her hand scrambled at the bag, but it was alr