Time for the Chain writing game, started by Kerrie Salsac. First post is here: http://kerrieanns.wordpress.com/2013/12/28/the-chain-writing-game/
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When the trunk opened again, Jimmy punched her hard. Darkness followed the pain.
She awoke on a stained stone floor. A door creaked open. George and an Arabic man entered. “And here she is, as promised,” said George.
“You don’t tie her?”
“She’s harmless, Agrit,” said George. “Now lets deal. She has skills.”
She turned her back as George listed a litany of acts she’d performed out of love. She felt sick.
Eventually, George left. “Alone at last, flower,” said Agrit, approaching her on the mattress. “Let’s see…”
She whirled, screwdriver in hand. It found the mark, in his eye-socket.