Death of the Director part 1

When he awoke she was still perched on the desk.  He was taped to his chair.  Taped covered his mouth preventing him from screaming.    She grinned.  First she stabbed one hand, leaving the serrated steak knife protruding.  He screamed through the tape.  Pain in his face.  His eyes large, as he watched her.  The anticipation of the next knife.  He violently shook his head no, tears flowing down his face.

Maybe he should have been nicer?

Maybe he should have been nicer?

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