She then pushed herself away from my clutching hands, and stood between my legs before leaning in closer. “Relax, my prince,” she breathed into my ear. I could tell then that her condition had not improved at all. Nevertheless, I became filled with foolish excitement. She faced me and wrapped her arms around my neck. As she stretched forward, she pressed her breasts into my face. She then kissed my ear while reaching towards the wicker basket on the table behind me. I twisted around a little in order to watch her hands. From the corner of my eye, I recognized that she pulled out an item from inside that resembled a battery operated taser, like the ones I often confiscated from the streets of Detroit. As I pushed her away, she pressed the metal prods into the side of my neck. At least fifteen minutes must have passed when I tried to speak but my swollen tongue felt numb. A sulfur taste had invaded my mouth and nasal cavities. My thoughts were clear but I felt semi-paralyzed and weak. Duct tape secured my hands behind my back as I lay on the floor sideways. My legs felt heavy as timber. Angela sat in the same chair from which I collapsed and stared at me. “Don, I know you’ve been sleeping with my wicked stepsister. You must finally admit it,” she said. I’ve never been more frightened. I could barely manage a whisper. “We’ve been through this. You don’t have a sister. You’re sick, Angela. Please untie me,” I said. She stepped over to me and placed her furry red slipper on my throat. “Quiet!” she demanded. “For I will soon return to my castle where the lords are awaiting my glorious return. But first, I must get my revenge. I need to have your head on a platter by morning light.” I nearly fainted from being choked, but still mustered my remaining strength and attempted to scream, but a barely audible voice sounded out. She finally removed her foot. I strained but failed to roll my uncooperative body away from her. My eyes widened as I focused on the meat cleaver that she now held. “Please, honey, Please!” I begged. She ignored my mumbled appeal. She then positioned 4 P.M. COUNT
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