Reflections on Broken Glass

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It was a dream. It had to be. Rachel raised the whip again and brought it down even harder this time, tearing the skin, cutting him deeper, watching the blood form another streak across his back. He jerked, and moaned through his gag, trying to twist away from her but she knew his hands were bound, and with every twist the wire cut deeper into his wrist. Rachel shook herself out of the nightmare, her body soaked in sweat. The nightmare had been so real that she didn’t want to open her eyes. But she did…and her neatly organized life came crumbling down. She screamed Her husband was lying at the foot of their bed, naked, bloody, and bound. “Why did you do this to me,” he cried. “I didn’t,” she gasped. “I couldn’t.” But the questions remained. Did she? Could she? Steven was a young writer, looking for a good story to launch his career. When he agreed to help this beautiful young woman find the truth, he discovered the truth was much more terrifying than either of them had ever bargained for.

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