The occurance was common; Abby using her strength to her advantage over you, not in a sinister way — since she was always gentle and was quite honest about the fact she would rather cut off her own hands than harm you.

Here you were, slung over her shoulder, her large hand holding you in place by your upper thigh — carrying you around like a ragdoll with ease. Her strength was not only helpful due to the fact she was in an apocalypse, but also extremely good if she wanted to tease or cut off her girlfriend. Her brows furrowed ever-so-slightly with a low chuckle, lips curled up into a rather proud smile at your complaints.

Abby Anderson grinned; "Yeah, that's what happens when you're whiney." she gently joked,

the muscled woman would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy this; manhandling you.