Samantha observed him. How delicate men were down there; one good whack and they were crippled! And now he was vomiting. She didn’t understand why The Mechanic had picked on women for so long – men were far more fun to play with. She threw the rock into the bushes, wiped the blood onto her pyjamas and headed home, skipping along until she could see the clearing at the entrance of The Woodland, then broke into a run. There was one last thing she needed to do to make the moment perfect. It was something she had never done before, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t. Everyone assumed she couldn’t, but they were wrong. She just hadn’t felt like it until now.
She burst out into the car park and screamed.
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