Saturday, February 28, 2015

"My Turn" by Cal Marcius in Shotgun Honey

Slice him open, Henderson had told the others. Slice the fucker open. They’d broken into the house, and found me. I can still feel the knife cutting into my skin. Can still smell my burning flesh. He’d laughed as I lay crying on the floor, begging for my life. Read story here.

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