"Tim, can you please come on over? I have to go to a party later, and I'm already dressed in costume."
"Why are you dressed up so early?"
"I had to take my little brother Teddy trick or treating. But now my parents have taken him to a party at the club."
Even though I was a guy, and she obviously wasn't, Sally Brown was my best friend, and had been since we were kids. A few months before we had turned eighteen, Sally's dad had won the lottery. Sally's folks had moved into a fancy ranch house on a new golf course miles out of town. They had insisted that Sally finish high school in private school, so we had to really scramble to see e...
There's Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge... (?/f) by takemydreams, literature
Literature
There's Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge... (?/f)
I strolled into the room, dumping my huge army duffle-bag full of gear onto the floor with a loud jangle. The room was a dull grey box, concrete floor, walls and ceiling, completely devoid of anything, except the one door I had just entered through and the woman hanging from the hook in the middle of the room. Her wrists were roughly roped together with harsh hemp rope, then her arms were yanked high above her head, the rope looped over the massive rusted iron hook hanging from a winch in the ceiling. The rope was pulled taut, stretching her right up onto her tip-toes despite the sizeable black satin heels she was wearing. Her feet must be...