barefootliam

All characters are over eighteen. This is a work of fiction. * “Hey Nick, look what I found!” Gary was feigning surprise. It was three in the morning. The town was deserted. Almost deserted. Outside a nightclub down by the canal, two men moved quietly, carefully. Nick had a large backpack and Gary carried a large LED torch. They made no effort to hide from anyone who might be watching, but they hadn’t wanted to be heard. The surprise was better that way. Lit up in the beam of Gary’s torch were two young men. Not just any young men, though. They were captives. They weren’t going anywhere: their wrists and ankles were held firm by two stout oak planks. They were in the stocks. They looked tired. One of them, Douglas, had been rather messily sick onto the pavement under his outstretched legs. “Excellent!” Nick squirmed eagerly out of his backpack. Matt said groggily, “ ’Ere, geddaway you.” Gary’s quiet but firm response was the scariest thing Matt had ever heard: “We’re going to

It smiled when it caught us.

When the doll smiled, I fainted.