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Little Girls Lost — Doris Shannon
Fear stalks the innocent
She knew she would die â€" she wanted to die. Death would end the beating, the brain-washing, the warped torture in the crazed commune.
Once she was innocent. When Erin came to Bess Porter's house she knew little of the world. But Bess was a detective haunted by her own grisly past, obsessed with the dark side of the mind.
Bess needed Erin as bait for a trap: she needed her to risk disappearance and even death. She needed her to become one of the
LITTLE GIRLS LOST.
“Soon she would die. She had been told that and she believed it. She knew who her killer would be. In fact, Erin told herself with a frozen calm that was really the prelude to panic, she knew everything except the way she was to die. Her back still ached from the beating she'd received a few days before. As she to be beaten to death? With enough time that is what the killer would enjoy, that massive woman with the terrible eyes enjoyed beating. When she'd used the whip on Erin her face had glowed with sensual satisfaction, her breathing had been fast and jerky, her mouth slack with delight. If there wasn't time for the whip…yes, a knife.
She knew she would die â€" she wanted to die. Death would end the beating, the brain-washing, the warped torture in the crazed commune.
Once she was innocent. When Erin came to Bess Porter's house she knew little of the world. But Bess was a detective haunted by her own grisly past, obsessed with the dark side of the mind.
Bess needed Erin as bait for a trap: she needed her to risk disappearance and even death. She needed her to become one of the
LITTLE GIRLS LOST.
“Soon she would die. She had been told that and she believed it. She knew who her killer would be. In fact, Erin told herself with a frozen calm that was really the prelude to panic, she knew everything except the way she was to die. Her back still ached from the beating she'd received a few days before. As she to be beaten to death? With enough time that is what the killer would enjoy, that massive woman with the terrible eyes enjoyed beating. When she'd used the whip on Erin her face had glowed with sensual satisfaction, her breathing had been fast and jerky, her mouth slack with delight. If there wasn't time for the whip…yes, a knife.
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