Holes

Shawna wanted a fresh start. The breakup with Rick was bad. He hadn't taken it well. She moved into The Chaosium. Her friends were concerned; thought she needed rest. Time to grieve.
She found the first hole beside her recliner. Curious she hadn’t noticed earlier! Disturbing sounds emanated.
At night, Rick begged from behind the bed.
In the tub, his hand arose above water, wrist gashed wide. She grasped it. So many holes.
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