Flesh Factory: An Extreme Horror Novel - Plot & Excerpts
I trust you slept well?” The bedroom was suddenly plunged into light, hurting her eyes. When they had adjusted to the bright light from the chandelier above, she focussed groggily on Mick leaning over her. How long have I been out? was her first thought. As disorientated as she was, she still felt refreshed after a long sleep. But now fear clung to her like a shroud and she scooted up in the bed, wrapping the dressing gown she still wore tightly around her body. “Come on, up,” he said in a jovial manner. “The guests have arrived and we must join them. You are honoured to be collected in person.” Her brain was slowly clicking into gear, assessing him. He was dressed in his customary suit, except this one was black, lending him the appearance of an undertaker. Knowing that it would be foolish to disobey him, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Good girl.
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