If not for the unnatural angle of her head, laying twisted against her chest, I probably wouldn’t have noticed her at all- bound by taut barbed wire encircling a tree, deep gashes ripped into the soft flesh of her naked torso.
I pulled at the knotted barb that garrotted her throat. A crushed, gurgling moan let me know, she was still alive.
I had to free her. Even if it made my return to prison inevitable. I am a lot of things- but a murderer isn’t one of them.