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Tied – Mike – Her – Knife – Cutting – Blood
I screamed as hot pain sliced across my thigh.
"Hold still. You, hold her still," she said.
A warm body landed on my midsection, crushing me to the cold concrete. Denim-clad legs pinned mine down, apart.
Another slice and another scream.
"I can gag her, too, if it bothers you, ma'am," Mike said.
"No need. There's no one to hear her," she said carelessly. I heard the knife point scrape my skin, the pain a constant burn now. "Shine that torch here. I want the letters clear."
I tried to scream, but there was no voice left. A hoarse whimper was all the sound that came out.
"What the f**k are you doing?" I rasped.
She ignored me, intent on mutilating my body. She lifted the knife, so it glinted in the torchlight. "There. A little
