Happy Anniversary Dear Wife I My throat tightened, a sharp blade pressed hard against it. I didn’t dare move, a thin trickle of warmth snaking down my neck... That was my blood. Across the dimly lit room, Amelia sat with a duct tape tightly placed on her lips, her eyes were wide but strangely calm. They had bound her first, the bastards! "Change of plans," the leader grunted, his voice slicing through the tension. "The only thing worth taking here is your woman." Rage flared, hot and sudden, but a fist slammed into my stomach, making me double over as air rushed from my lungs, leaving me gasping. They untied Amelia, pulling her to her feet. "Lights," one of the giants boomed, his voice a guttural rumble. "I want a better look at our new bitch." The room flooded with harsh light, blinding me for a moment. Amelia, standing there, her little black dress rumpled. They pulled the skirt up, revealing the lace thong I’d bought for our anniversary. My eyes widened. She’d shaved. Her skin
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