By Samantha Carr
Mark hums as he makes a fried breakfast. Adding a rose to the tray, he heads upstairs.
“Here you go, baby.” He leans across and kisses her forehead.
Lucy tries to talk, her eyes wide.
“Silly me.” Mark loosens the gag.
She pulls at her chains, which clank against the bed post. He holds the toast to her mouth. Lucy tries to scream.
“Now, honey, don’t make this more difficult.”
Mark thrusts the gag back into her mouth and strokes her hair.
“I love you so much. You know that, don’t you. That’s why I could never agree to the divorce.”
A very harrowing tale. Well-written.
Excellent writing.
Expand this into a novel Samantha, and I don’t know if you’ll make this scene a beginning or and end. A riveting tale none the less.
Thank you everyone. I am more flash oriented at the moment Glenn but will bear it in mind!!
Why would anyone want to divorce a husband who makes a delicious breakfast for her? Keep on cooking, Sam. Jerry