That rather spoiled things so she swam back to the beach. But then Helena whispered “Down there …” Judith looked down and saw Ella sprawled still comatose on the floor with her ankles chained to the foot of the ladder. xxx He called for Atlas “Hold her down while we sort out her feet.” Atlas pinned her to the burning hot deck with one huge hand on her collarbone and the other at the base of her sternum while Winston held her legs. Her helmet saved her skull, but her cotton shorts and t-shirt were little protection for her body as it bounced along the road. Atlas released his grip on the rope allowing her carcass to drop into the puddle of her blood on the deck.
