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
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