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Chapter 8 by sadsarcastic1 sadsarcastic1

elevator, ladder, or something obstructing the way to the bridge

ladder

the lights began to flicker and fluctuate, it seems the power was getting cut off in certain areas of the ship.

Hill repeatedly slammed the elevator button to summon it, but after a few moments it was clear the elevators where down.

"God damn it"

Hill muttering to herself. With that way down she had **** to use the emergency ladder. With her cheeks getting more red by the second she darted over to the side corridor and placed her feet upon the emergency ladder

the ladder was cold and uncomfortable on her feet but she had little choice and started to climb.

the bridge was many floors up and the ladder was taking a long time. Marie could feel the sweat starting to appear, slowly trickling down her chest and legs. the perspiration and the gentle feel of the towel on her body both reminded and infuriated her about the position stark had put her in.

Suddenly something rocked the ship. the whole vessel shuddered and shifted, tossing people and supplies all around the decks.

the shock made hill miss a step and fall downwards before strongly grabbing the ladder again .

only now she felt colder, the metal of the ladder felt freezing across her... bare chest.

she looked down to see her towel tumbling many floors below.

"fuck"

she was now naked, sweaty and completely exposed halfway between her room and the bridge.

what should she do, try get it back or keep going forward?

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