Elizaveta, do you exercise?”“Only in gym class, but I thought I’d start running with Mike.”“You should start as soon as the weather gets nic...,” I said. “Otherwise I won’t get much exercise when we first run together.”“Running is good, but you both might consider free weights for a bit of strength training. I’m not talking heavy weights, but just enough to help you with muscle tone. Mike, it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to talk to someone with a background in physical therapy or. Alright?”“What do you think?” he answered her question with his own.“Don’t tell me she’s dead ... this can’t be the end.”“Who set this up? Who’s responsible for what happened to her?”“She’s dead then, is that what you are saying,” she said, panic rising as her body trembled in fear.“No, Puma didn’t die. She’s badly hurt and might still die, but for now she clings to life,” he said, then refocused on the question at hand. “Tell me who did this,” he ordered, the barely restrained anger evident in. The wind was knocked out of me and his arms were like a python around my chest. I lost consciousness.He woke me when he yanked on the collar of my shirt, ripping it down the front, exposing my breasts. I'm not sure if it was the sound of the ripping cloth or the pressure of the back and sides digging into me or both. I discovered that my hands were tied behind my back and that he'd wrapped something from my wrists up to my elbows, which were touching. My body is exceptionally limber so he was. She hit me on my head jokingly. We started towards the function having a good laugh about other persons whom we didn’t even know.Fast forward to dinner. Drinks were arranged, and me, Nisha, and three of our known people were all seated together. Nisha had 3 pegs of vodka and was half out. It was almost midnight, and we decided to leave.One of my male colleagues was hitting on Nisha’s roommate. So I let them be and was walking with Nisha by keeping some distance from those two. Nisha felt a bit.