The Witching Hour – Excerpt No. 9

“Wait—” Julia croaked and regretted her attempt.

As the mind reconnected with her senses, Julia realised she was no longer on the slab, well, not entirely. She was bent over it, with her knees spread apart on the concrete. She further learned that her legs, stomach, and chest were cold. Where the fuck are my clothes?

Picture of feet bound with rope. Original image by Shibari Kinbaku from Pixabay.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.


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