Here is my little entry for our challenge.  Can't wait for the next one!
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Her hair, dryer than previously, was now caked in blood.  Metal rings cutting her face as tears cascade down the chain.  Mail cluttering the floor, scattered in the struggle.
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Her worst nightmare, lived awake as he cuts her clothes off, fabric yields like melted butter. Knife gleaming in the moonlight as he floats in ecstasy.
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