EVERYONE’S A VICTIM by Pen of the Damned’s Tyr Kieran
Smelling salts woke her. Despite the thick fabric covering her head, the ammonia burned strong in her sinuses. It was a smell she knew well; she used it on a regular basis. Her first attempts to move failed. She was bound with her wrists restrained behind her. An overhead light provided little more than a shadowy figure through the hood.
“Welcome back, Ms. Kline.” The voice of a long-time smoker rasped.
The woman struggled against her bonds, nearly capsizing the chair.
“I suggest you settle down a bit,” he said. “Otherwise, I may be forced to do something I wasn’t planning on.”
“What is this?” she shouted back. “Let me go!”
She watched as a thick hand reached out to her and ripped the pillowcase from her head. She winced and turned away from the brighter light. After a moment of blinking, she whirled back around, flinging a verbal…
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