Here is my little entry for our challenge. Can't wait for the next one! . . . . . . . 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. . 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. . . . . . . . .