A Devil's Torniquet

hen brews into something terrible, until it final

a tornado, shattering

are impeccable. Her self discipline was uncontested. She w

an cannot shy upon. Her beauty and perfectly shaped bo

urity and devotion. She put on her cornett, wrapped the coif over her head, put on her tunic and scapular. She gave herself a once over in fro

outside made Trisha

ce at her childhood home before finally entering the car. "Are you ready yo

the weird grin plastered on the dri

r hazy mind slowly came to life. With her eyes still closed. She heard the cryi

d the sound as demonic. She whispered silent praye

n a black mask. That wa

her eye

her hole is too loose to satisfy

ud scream echoed around the room. Trisha fought the urge to open her eyes but as she heard a

gh above which arched her spine in an uncomfortable angle. He was pounding her ha

but her pleas was silence by

azine or watched any porn video but now, her innocent mind is ass

s on me Trisha

ressed to the woman on the bed.

e her like a deranged animal. He cupped both breasts and kneaded it like dough. The man kept laughing a

the man screamed as he tugged her

risha's ear like a bullet. She wanted to h

saw him bend over and pulled something

but her voice was abruptly cut off when the man wrapped the nylon rope around her

of the dead woman and

nly then did she realize that her ankle was bound together by a silk l

fate is far from them. You a

, why are you doing

nearer. He sat beside her on the bed and

ays wanted

ays.