Lynn gave us ‘Security‘ as our nudge today… As usual, I take a dark angle!
Coarse rope fibres dug into her skin, her tongue rough and dry against the rag wedged into her mouth.
He admired his handiwork. She was going nowhere.
The dressing room door stood open, revealing rows of designer clothes. Her perfectly manicured fingernails caught the sunlight in the mirror as she applied foundation to cover the bruises. The price of security.
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