Unnatural Instinct

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From an extremely limited vantage point, her head duct-taped to the face of a dead man's cheek, the slightly overweight woman could only see her left hand-tied as it was-to the right hand of a decaying corpse.

Pounding of someone's heart so loud in her ears. Her own heart… pounding itself against the chest wall. Her gasp flowing into the open mouth of death to which she is lashed.

She studied the width and texture of the brown orange leather tie that bound her-wrist to wrist-to the deceased.

Her heart sent out a surge of power all its own.

The ties wound several times around in figure-eight fashion between the two wrists-live wrist to the dead wrist.

Strange mix of commingled pleasant odors of earth, hay, and sweet pine with the unpleasant: urine and feces, and decay. Sensation of large space wrapped about her, but all senses overpowered now by the pounding heart that threatened to wake death beneath her, where it lay cold and unresponsive.

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