Smoking Hot Curse...
Inspired by STFUmarrieds
Claire held the lighter before her eyes as if to burn the smug grin onto her face as she waved her left hand back and forth slowly. The cheap stone on her finger made weak attempts to reflect the dim flicker of light, but its dull facets were unable to grab any amount of visible spectrum.
"This diamond might be imitation, but our love isn't." said Clair aloud as she picked up her camera and hurried to the bathroom.
After draining the battery and filling the 8GB SD card to capacity, she ventured out to the garage, bringing the lighter with her. She picked up carton of lighter fluid as she closed to door behind her. A muffled moan emerged from behind stacks of old boxes.
"Darling! You are so wonderful! Now, all we have to do is have the wedding, then we'll live happily ever after."
As she checked the knots holding him to the chair, John swore through the oily rag she had used to gag him.
"Honey, you haven't been trying to escape again… Have you? That won't do at all. I'm in such a good mood and I've used up my last fire extinguisher, so I can't teach you another lesson tonight."
The lights went out as he listened to her feet shuffle through the garage. He still felt the burning in his mangled legs as the sound of chains and padlocks echoed around him.
"It's such a curse…"
Claire held the lighter before her eyes as if to burn the smug grin onto her face as she waved her left hand back and forth slowly. The cheap stone on her finger made weak attempts to reflect the dim flicker of light, but its dull facets were unable to grab any amount of visible spectrum.
"This diamond might be imitation, but our love isn't." said Clair aloud as she picked up her camera and hurried to the bathroom.
After draining the battery and filling the 8GB SD card to capacity, she ventured out to the garage, bringing the lighter with her. She picked up carton of lighter fluid as she closed to door behind her. A muffled moan emerged from behind stacks of old boxes.
"Darling! You are so wonderful! Now, all we have to do is have the wedding, then we'll live happily ever after."
As she checked the knots holding him to the chair, John swore through the oily rag she had used to gag him.
"Honey, you haven't been trying to escape again… Have you? That won't do at all. I'm in such a good mood and I've used up my last fire extinguisher, so I can't teach you another lesson tonight."
The lights went out as he listened to her feet shuffle through the garage. He still felt the burning in his mangled legs as the sound of chains and padlocks echoed around him.
"It's such a curse…"