His bare feet padded back and forth. His station was spread out all over the room. Gagged and blindfolded, she could still hear. His footsteps were the only warning that she had. She. Just. Ached. The stingy and the thuddy were gone. There wasn’t a piece of flesh to mark that hadn’t already started showing its colors. Now we’re [...]
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