Contributor: Dirky Henkel
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James took her out the bonnet and undid the tape from her mouth. She winced then spat and screamed, even though it was useless in this desolation. But he wouldn't have it, so he responded with a playful smack to her jaw.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” James told her, smacking a bristly kiss on Sandra's forehead. He forced her up onto the porch and shoved her through the door of his old Piney Woods farmhouse, and Sandra saw the barricaded windows, the unfurbished void making up the inside, the passage to his bedroom drowned in fresh concrete. The door shut and the key turned. Then they were in darkness.
“Hope you don't take the tying up thing personally.” James fed a candle wick. A pair of flickers rollicked in the navy hue of his sunglasses. She was taken aback for a second, seeing that monster's face of tattoos...
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Dirky Henkel
