Captive Audience by Dean Kuch The Prisoner writing prompt entry |
Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong violence.
My latest victim — I buried her here... in my cellar. She crawled out of the hole I dug, blindsided me, then tied me to this damn chair... I can't see, but... I hear her movin' around. A moist, slushy sound; like golashes walkin' across wet grass. “No — you're dead ... you keep away from me! I don't mean to hurt nobody. I'm sorry, I...” Her hands ... so damn cold... “Wait! Not my blindfold. Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm sorry. Please, don't... Oh, uh ... hello, officer. What brought you here? Care for a beer?”
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