1. Monica Brinkman
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Why did I go with the girls to the pub this night?

Knew he was ‘the one’ the proverbial knight in shining armor, the man of my dreams the moment he took my hand, gazed into my eyes, smiled so seductively and placed a peck on my slender neck.

Who’d have guessed my fortune, body aching, tongue removed, blood dripping from a hundred slashes; unable to free myself from the cold metal restraints attached to wrists and ankles.

Worst is the suffocating heat, salty bits of perspiration intensify the pain as they drip into open wounds.

Last gasp of fire enters my lungs.


Author: Monica M. Brinkman,
2013
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Simple, straightforward and terrifying. I bet there are lots of women and men who can imagine this date from hell.
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Great! This made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Devil in disguise indeed. Well done Monica!

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Excellent! Very creepy; makes one want to read more! Well done, Monica!
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