By No Man
Published: October 18, 2012.
In one armchair, bound, a stocky blond male, throat torn out. Not much by way of blood spilt. On the sofa, also bound, was a female, late-teens, perhaps early-twenties. Throat also gone. On her cheek was a little crimson flower. A kiss. A child’s kiss. But the last one, it wasn’t his throat that was gone, it was his hands, both sawn off, roughly, not cleanly. And his teeth had all been removed.