FIFTY SHADES OF TERROR

"Cherry Blossom" by Scott Padgett Fine Art.

This was the hottest, most unbelievable night of Matthew’s life. He couldn’t see with the blindfold she had tied, his wrists bound to the iron posts of her poster bed. He lay undressed, sweaty, exhausted, and euphoric.

Matthew still didn’t know her name.

Suddenly, a shrieking roar: a chainsaw. Hers.