Cold, damp, dark. and pain. much pain. A future of pain. Pain, then death.
Blood: thick red liquid of life spills from gaping wounds on her flayed back.
Blood Flows freely onto the rough straw scattered on the dungeon floor.
She tries to stand, but her legs are broken. Instead she falls flat on her stomach, her naked buttocks, untouched, are highlighted by a narrow sunbeam that streaks in through a slit in the wall from behind.
She pleaded her innocence. They tore her flesh from her back with whips. They broke her legs when They tied her down and dropped cannon balls onto her. She still pleaded...
Angel sat in front of the T.V. listing to the news. “Police have notified us that Michael Myers has escaped from Smith’s Grove once more. They have advised us that if we see this man to not approach. He is highly dangerous.”
“Highly dangerous my ass. I lived next door to him and used to be his best friend.” She sighed, “Michael what have you gotten yourself into now?” She looked out her window toward the Myers home. She missed him a lot. Where was the Michael she knew? On her 6th Halloween Michael was taken from her before her very eyes and she cried everyday and prayed...