"...I am not even flattering you, she probably just glanced at you and decided what she would feel, like clockwork,” he snapped his fingers. “You need to end this.” "And how do you expect me to do that?” Mischa didn’t dare break away eye contact. Respect was the only thing she had left, if it wasn’t love. "You do it carefully, Koch. Very carefully.”
Tag: Violence
“Murder by Plastic” by Phil Slattery.
When Alan Patterson awoke, he found himself naked and bound with wire to a heavy wooden chair with duct tape sealing his mouth.
Horror House Wednesday: Flash Fiction Contest #1
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Story Collaboration: Chapter 8.
I tossed the orange file toward her and the woman stumbled, reaching for it. My stiff body launched itself at her. Her soft skin entered my calloused hands. I pulled. Hard.
Will she taste tender?
Pseudopsychosis. 