Looking back at Glenda, who stood in front of me, I smiled softly as she considered me for a moment. "You know this might be easier if you take your shirt off." She said giving me a wink and I swallowed hesitantly before unzipping my jacket and peeling it off slowly, revealing my bare arms that we're black and blue with bruises. Dumping the jacket down beside me, I reached for the bottom of my shirt lifting it up as high as I could go before I winced in pain. I heard Glenda sigh and felt her grab a hold of the shirt and pull it the rest of the way off.