Hands gripping her body, then pulling, pushing, touching—prodding. A blindfold pressing into her forehead, but she is blind already; she doesn’t care.
Until she hears the sound of a blade being sharpened.
The prompt for the weekend Trifexta was: “Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. Good luck.”
This will most likely be my last trifecta entry until May, just because doing this and NaPoWriMo will make me crazier than I already am 🙂