She watched as he stabbed the knife into her breast. It squished down beneath the blade, which itself bent sideways. A rubber stage prop knife. She wa... absolutely unharmed. "You shoulda seen your face," said the faux slasher, and burst into laughter again. He stood up and tossed the knife down onto the mattress beside her. She lost sight of them as they walked away, with her gaze fixated almost blankly at the sky.Her heart was still thumping rapidly in her chest. Her body was on adrenaline. Landing safely she quickly went towork on the locked door. Finding an odd resistance as she slid the dooropen less than a millimeter she began a check for traps. She discovereda deadfall and quickly disarmed it. After locking the door behind herand rearming the trap, she carefully moved across the room to a smallpedicel the object of her search rested upon its top. She looked at thepedicel and brought out a tube of resin carefully squirting the mixtureinto the four corners of the top plate.. It was always more fun to be surprised by his inventiveness when it came to her sexual mutilation and murder. She thought back to that time in the lodge when he'd actually rammed a pry bar up inside her, all the way to her chest, then skewered both her breasts with another iron bar. The pry bar he'd shoved inside her had a bend in it that caused it to exit just below her rib cage, and she remembered that Frank had actually fucked her in her chest wound, then fucked both her breasts in the holes. The wedding plans had gone full steam ahead.Willow doubted she would have been able to organise the affair without Gary Snidel’s assistance. The invitations had been long since sent out, and they hadn’t had a ‘no’ yet. The few who had been holding out has sent their acceptance after the little showdown at the Evens party.Willow hadn’t been happy to have all and sundry know Carl had tried to rape her. She didn’t want their sympathy. But interesting enough several other women had approached her.