He held it up to the back of my neck and whispered in my ear, “You call out, you scream,
He held it up to the back of my neck and whispered in my ear, “You call out, you scream,
She is 51, her blond hair was tied back off her face and her tears were running down her face.
I stood so I could see him clearly but he couldn't see me and watched his hand move up and