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TERROR’S CAVE…

 Though it made her sick, she could roll Sara’s dismembered body back into the water since she was as good as dead anyway, but that thing didn’t want food. It wanted to play. The cave was vast. She couldn’t go back the way she came. The tide was rising and the creature’s spiny tail flipped up here and there letting her know that it was waiting. She’d have to press on deeper inside where there was no light at all, no promise of escape and God only knew what else waiting…

© kym darkly

Strangers…

The sweet success of ripping a freshly painted nail from his victim’s tortured finger, the exquisite pain she must have felt from the flush of bright rich blood. It was glorious watching her green eyes burn with hate and fear, her screams muffled by black stockings. But he wouldn’t visit again, not until she had healed her wounded soul. Not until she had reconsidered the window that, although locked, was easy to force open. Not until she missed him, as she surely would. She loved him after all, didn’t she? Then again, maybe he wouldn’t ever come back. It was a very strange marriage, even for him…

© kym darkly

The Provocateur…

Something’s holding onto my mind,” he screamed – hands to head, nails digging in fiercely. “Why won’t you go?” The truth was she couldn’t. There was no way to step out of another’s thoughts. She had no control over that. Torture was her trade and sex was part of the deal. He’d paid for it and now he just couldn’t let it go: the memories, the craving, his desperate need for more. It was his hold that haunted him: his problem, not hers for she just made transactions – besides he was her very best client…

© kym darkly

REVENGE…

Today she had a date, but that part of her mind that she had stuffed away for all those years, the dangerous part, had resurfaced against her wishes. All the pain and betrayal had made that part really angry, enraged. It lived in the past. Before her date had arrived, it had made her gather instruments and hide them behind the love seat that they now sat on. She was afraid. He was different from her first love. She didn’t want to hurt him. He was a nice guy. He had brought red wine and roses. He was sweet, but he smelled like “him,” which made that dark part of her mind light up with fury. It made her reach behind the couch and grab a hammer. It wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t stop herself…

© kym darkly

BLACK MARKET…

Coming to: chained to a radiator, a severe headache and incrusted blood that had sealed an eye. His free hand snaked down over his aching stomach. Stitches! His heart pounded. His mind leaped to the horrors of human trafficking and the illegal organ trade. What the Hell had happened? But when he felt an eel-like entity move beneath his skin, he didn’t wonder, what had they taken out? What he really wanted to know was what his kidnappers had put in…

© kym darkly

Haunted…

Time Lapse Photography By Chris Barnes https://twitter.com/oddharmonix

Even the clouds were running, sleek across the dying sky. What was coming so fast and dark that made birds slip into silence and trees shake madly, as if to relieve them from their roots? What was this fear that clawed through his body paralyzing and freezing him to the spot? He’d been here before – terrified. A haunted mind can’t run. it has nowhere to go…

© kym darkly