Rusted Cuff
Straining until my muscles tear, I can’t break free. The rusted cuff binding me is made of stronger stuff than me, and I realise what the saw is for. I move my wedding ring to my free hand, and grit my teeth and think about my family. The saw takes my flesh greedily.
Rusted Cuff is a post from: Aztec Books
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