The laughter died with the snap of a twig. One moment, warmth, wine, and whispered plans for the future; the next, the chilling bite of a November wind and the primal scream of a dog in distress. “Remember, Remember“ by William S. Grant doesn’t ease you into its darkness; it throws you headfirst into the abyss. And it all begins with a walk in the woods.
Deanne, leash in hand, Smarts bounding ahead, the scent of bonfire smoke mingling with the crisp night air. A familiar path, a comforting routine. But tonight, the woods hold a different kind of darkness when Smarts’ playful barks morph into something frantic, and then terrified yelps abruptly cut short. A silence was more chilling than any scream descends.
Deanne’s calls echo through the trees, unanswered. The joy of the evening curdles into a knot of dread in her stomach. Each rustle of leaves, each snap of a branch, feels like a threat. The distant fireworks, a promise of celebration, now seem like a cruel taunt. And then she sees him. Smarts, her loyal companion, lying broken and still, a victim of unseen violence.
Grief gives way to terror as a voice laced with venom slices through the night. “I’ve been waiting for you,” it hisses a chillingly personal attack. The words are a prelude to a nightmare. A brutal blow to the head, and Deanne’s world dissolves into chaos. The attacker’s face, a fleeting glimpse in the darkness, is contorted with rage, a mask of pure hatred.
He strikes again, a fist connecting with her face, sending her crashing to the ground. “Lay still, you tart,” he snarls, his words dripping with contempt. His hands ripped at her clothes, tearing her top and yanking her skirt, exposing her to the cold and his fury. He tears at her pants, the fabric a flimsy barrier against the brutal assault that follows. Deanne’s pleas, her cries for mercy, are met with vicious slaps, each blowing a hammer blow against her spirit.
The violation is swift and brutal, a violation of her body and soul. He withdraws, leaving behind a stark reminder of his savagery. But the horror doesn’t end there. He picks up a thick branch. He prods her, his touch a violation even in her near-unconsciousness. Then, with a sickening thrust, he shoves the branch inside her, the invasion complete. A moan escapes her lips, a primal reaction to the excruciating pain.
“See what you get for leaving me and stealing everything I had! Fuck you!” he screams, his voice echoing through the silent woods, a chilling testament to the depth of his hatred. He kicks her again and again, the blows landing on her head and her face, each impact a fresh wave of agony. Blood trickles from her nose and mouth, a stark contrast to the festive lights in the distance.
Convinced he has silenced her forever, he walks away, whistling, the casualness of his actions a chilling counterpoint to the brutality he has just inflicted. He climbs over the railing, joining the unsuspecting crowd gathered around the bonfire of Guy Fawkes Night, the flames casting dancing shadows on his face.
Seventeen minutes. That’s all it took. Seventeen minutes to transform a night of celebration into a nightmare of violence. Seventeen minutes that left Deanne broken, violated, and left for dead in the cold, dark woods. The fireworks explode in the sky, a cruel and indifferent spectacle against the backdrop of her suffering. The bonfire crackles, a symbol of the rage that fueled her attacker’s brutality. And in the darkness, Deanne lies still, her fate hanging in the balance.
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