Sandy’s head hung dejectedly, terrorized for too long to have spirit to fight as Christine did, looking at him with eyes wide with fear, body rigid with fright as he passed the tip of the saw down slowly before her eyes, chain oil spraying her face, only an inch from the whirling cutting edges, gagging on the smoke that belched from the saw toward her. When she came out, he took her to the bedroom and fastened the leg manacle to her and dropped his clothes at the foot of the bed. Black porn Yes, here one afternoon, trapped and raped while Sandy hung in the basement, then last night. Good thing that’s only the one for the garage and not the house or the water down here’d have grounded and shocked the life out of us, barefoot on a wet floor. “Didn’t like the show?” he taunted her, “it’s okay, I’d never do that to you Chris. He pulled her up, wiped her rear and flushed.
