Miss Clifford’s eyelids fluttered open. Her retinas were seared by the bright fluorescent light filling the room around her. She shut her eyes again. She became aware of a sharp pain across her temples, distant at first, but becoming more acute as she returned to full consciousness.
A shadow passed across her closed eyelids. She risked a peek and found herself looking into the face of a man. Her eyes were now wide with horror. She lay on a concrete floor, her hands and feet were bound with strips of fabric.
What was he going to do to her? Attack her? Rape her?
He did the one thing that she expected least of him. He spoke. (more…)
Gallery Carre
