Monster – A Books of Binding Flash Fiction
He was coming back. Jessie whimpered and bit her lip, hating the sound for making her look weak and vulnerable. Of course, she was vulnerable, hanging from the chain in the vineyard’s barn. Helpless against the cuts and blows the red-headed freak was inflicting on her. Her body was tender with fresh bruises and sticky with drying blood. She was dizzy and exhausted, her throat raw from screaming, and her arms trembling where the chain held her upright. She had no idea how long she had been here. Less than a day but far too long already. Winter would come Read More …
