Let’s do another month of M’s prompts shall we. 101 words allowed only.
The cold wind stole her breath and the smell of tobacco filled her nostrils as gnarled fingers wrapped tight around her throat and pushed her up against the wall.
“Mmmm” She gasped, the moon reflecting on his deathly pale skin.
“Shut up” he snapped squeezing tighter, Ice running through her veins as she looked into eyes dark as coal. You “like carrots?” he asked, his laugh echoing through the night.
Struggling against his grip she gasped as he forced her slowly to her knees.
“Damn, there really must have been some magic in that old silk hat” he said grinning wildly.
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