She emphasized every adjective with a kick at Andy. He tried to curl up and protect his vital spots, but every time she found something he’d failed to cover. He lay sobbing when she stopped, each breath wracking him with pain. His tears streaked runnels on his filth-covered face. He whimpered as she went through his clothing, taking what she wanted. He felt her strip him of his carry-bag, heard the crack of his cyberdeck’s casing as she dropped it carelessly to the ground. She took her feel of him as well. He couldn’t stop her.