Cremator's Revenge

A gorgeous beauty in life, she lay naked on the cold, hard plywood that was beneath her; her long, straight, platinum blond hair framed out in a mass of tangles around her head, adding a mild contrast against the dark brown color of the crate she laid tied up in on the gurney. Her head would not clear the fog that shrouded it and her back ached with a dull throb. The coarse ropes that bound her thin body were causing bright red burns on her darkly tanned skin where they had rubbed the flesh raw. She turned her head slowly from side to side, her large brown eyes surveying the almost bare dark room. The guy, Dennis, was no where to be seen. She tried again to think, to focus on where she was, how she had gotten there and exactly what had happened.