He couldn’t tell if he was dreaming a particularly dark shadow passed in front of his face that screamed at him, a woman’s long, drawn-out shrill scream. Xxx Five, you raped my ass. When he woke again, it was daylight, but he wasn’t in his bed, his hands and feet were still shackled but he was in a box, a pillow under his head, and he was looking into the dead face of Sandy. Illegal as hell, like dum-dums, but fuck the mess they make! As she released the rope holding the handcuffs, he straightened up, felt the chunk of rake handle still stuck up his ass, and the pressure of several gallons of water pressing down inside, trying to get out. First they were thinking they were looking at a booby-trapped house ‘til they saw the coffin in the living room.
