Words, by Stephen Taylor

The words on the page draw you under their spell catapulting you deeper into that depraved world the same words that guarantee there’s now no turning back.
The words send you spiralling down into that dark forbidden existence into the room where she is bound with the rope that cut the flesh with every movement. You have to stop this debauchery stop it now before it goes any further.

The choice is no longer yours, the words compelled you to continue if they hadn’t you would have stopped reading before now.

From: Friday Flash Fiction


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