Icy Blue Descent

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The three men viciously and repeatedly raped the young woman, their grunts animalistic, the laughter, maniacal. She felt the pain, heard the horrible sounds through the veil of drugs pumping through her veins. Her treatment was something no human should be forced to endure. The torture lasted for two days. Her last conscious thought was of her sister…why?

The men had their orders. Do what they wanted with her, keep her drugged, then feed her to the sharks.

It was a cold, misty, overcast day. It was Monday, and I was hung over from two days of heavy drinking. At least I wasn't toxic, just lethargic and shaky. Self-induced alcohol toxemia is pathetic and stupid. Today I wasn't pathetic, just stupid. There's an extremely thin line between the two.

The last thing I needed was a new client. The current ones were being sorely neglected. However the Gods, angered at my weekend indiscretions, sent one through the door at nine a.m. She didn't bother to knock, simply walked in and sat down in the chair in front of my desk without saying a word, silent, staring.

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