“GRGRRMPPH!”
“Don't worry, sis.” Ryan patted her head, softly. “Mom'll find you and untie you...probably...sooner or later. Long enough for me to get going, anyway.” He shrugged, stepping out of the closet, blew her a kiss, and shut the doors on her.
Leaving Rachel in the dark, buried in a stinking, stifling, pile of her own worn, dirty socks, panties, and bras.
It was almost enough to make her wish she bothered sorting her laundry out, like mom was always banging on about whenever she visited home. Bringing a sack of it home with her.
“Urrmmmppphhh...” She fumed, her temper fraying, scowlin
Have you ever wondered how despair tastes?
I hope not. It's something people will happily avoid and get out of their lives forever.However, there are some people who can't help but get in the way of the consuming dread that despair leaves in its wake.
Julian is one of those people.
When he looked around him, he saw nothing but ice. Every nook and cranny, ever corner was covered in the frigid material. Amidst of that frozen hell sat a boy. His head looked down upon the frozen surface beneath him. His tears froze over before they left his eyes. A distinct sound reached his ice cold ears, a sound that he knew all too well. The sound belonged
KITTIE-CATS-II
Brenda really didn’t know how long the drive lasted. Stuck in the back of Cass’s SUV in total darkness, her sense of time was totally out of whack. She did her best to comfort her daughter and Wendy, but, truth be told, was terrified herself.
Trying to stay balanced in the back of the SUV, crouched down and teetering on the high-heels that had formed on their feet, the three women were totally disoriented. Periodically, Brenda would feel around herself, probing the shape of her body for any sign of a break in the red material of the catsuit she was trapped in. Her red-coated fingers found no seams or breaks in it;