by Jodie Angell
A sharp wind whistled through the forest. The abandoned bar’s shutters rattled. Leaves fluttered through the open door to join the broken glass. Fluorescent light flickered.
A blown transformer snuffed the last of the light.
The bartender downed a shot of Tequila, then descended into the cellar; her makeshift practise.
She grabbed her finest knitting needle and twisted it between her fingers.
Her captive fought against his leather restraints—his screams muffled by the wad of cloth in his mouth.
She clamped his head against the chair and pressed the needle into his eye. “This may hurt just a little.”
Jodie lives in rainy Wales, United Kingdom with her partner. She drinks lots of flavoured coffee—pumpkin spice is her favourite. She has a passion for the high fantasy genre, and her debut novel is due for release on April 15th with Champagne Book Group. She’s recently expanded her writing repertoire to cover dark fiction which she thoroughly enjoys. She’s now officially a part of the BHP family (yay!)—her first contribution was written for Hell. https://www.facebook.com/Jodie-Angell-Author-102185304807211