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The Skaggerston Nightmares #31


She left Simon battered and bloodied in the corner, his head staved in with an iron. I fared slightly better; a broken leg and arm, three severed fingers.

I called out to Simon a few hours ago when I came around, he was silent even then. Belinda had come home and found us locked together in ecstasy on their scratty, threadbare sofa.

She and Simon had been engaged for a while, but even she knew it was a sham - he preferred men (me, especially) to women.

Who knew such a small, waspish creature could have such immense violence within her?

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