Julia
The whole world spins.
The driving rain is relentless, sloughing down my skin in cold rivulets. My hair hangs limply in a sodden curtain around my face, blocking my view of everything except the swirling muck below. There’s a rank taste in the back of my mouth, and I understand dimly that I must have bitten my tongue when Amos hit me.
The place where the branch slammed into my skull throbs with every step the demon takes. Even though I can’t see it, I’m pretty sure that I’m bleeding. My vision swims as I’m drawn deeper into the swamp.
“I’m going to break you on your husband’s c**k,” Amos croons as it carries me over its shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “I’m going to f**k you until you plead with me to release you from your sorry life.”
There’s nothing I can do to block out the
