Kidnapper in Mind 04

“Death…” the voice continued, “…is calm and empty. Peaceful. No worries to think of. You have done well to give such peace to a tortured soul. It is an honor a few can claim.”

Her husband’s eyes widened in shocked at the hand that gripped his throat. It had yet to squeeze but her hold was that of iron. It neither loosened nor tightened. He moved and squirmed in place, trying to talk to her, laughing awkwardly to make the situation light. Yet, he felt, he knew, he had to get out of her grasp. He couldn’t say why, just that it …

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