A Devil's Torniquet
hen brews into something terrible, until it final
a tornado, shattering
are impeccable. Her self discipline was uncontested. She w
an cannot shy upon. Her beauty and perfectly shaped bo
urity and devotion. She put on her cornett, wrapped the coif over her head, put on her tunic and scapular. She gave herself a once over in fro
outside made Trisha
ce at her childhood home before finally entering the car. "Are you ready yo
the weird grin plastered on the dri
r hazy mind slowly came to life. With her eyes still closed. She heard the cryi
d the sound as demonic. She whispered silent praye
n a black mask. That wa
her eye
her hole is too loose to satisfy
ud scream echoed around the room. Trisha fought the urge to open her eyes but as she heard a
gh above which arched her spine in an uncomfortable angle. He was pounding her ha
but her pleas was silence by
azine or watched any porn video but now, her innocent mind is ass
s on me Trisha
ressed to the woman on the bed.
e her like a deranged animal. He cupped both breasts and kneaded it like dough. The man kept laughing a
the man screamed as he tugged her
risha's ear like a bullet. She wanted to h
saw him bend over and pulled something
but her voice was abruptly cut off when the man wrapped the nylon rope around her
of the dead woman and
nly then did she realize that her ankle was bound together by a silk l
fate is far from them. You a
, why are you doing
nearer. He sat beside her on the bed and
ays wanted
ays.