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A trip to the taxidermist turns sour after Macy is attacked and choked unconscious. Upon waking, she discovers shes been buried neck deep and can't get out! Another victim, barely clinging to life, is her only hope of getting free. Can she keep her promise of their escape, or will they become just another failed experiment at the hands of a psycotic taxidermist?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
Thank you to my family, my friends, and my future in-laws.
Words: 11,030
05/06/2021
Derry, New Hampshire 03038
Table of Contents:
Chapter One; Popped
Chapter Two; Gardening
Chapter Three; First Night
Chapter Four; Nutrition
Chapter Five; Freed
Chapter Six; Perfect
Chapter Seven; Stand-Off
Chapter One; Popped
It had taken an hour just to get there, but she had finally made it. ‘Ryan’s Taxidermy and Animal Preservation’ was a small shop on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. The only other vehicle in the lot, assumedly, was Ryan’s. Macy pulled in next to him and parked.
She took a moment to breathe before collecting the blanket her pet was wrapped in. She got out of her car and locked it up behind. She paused to peer at her reflection in the window. Evidence of her tears were still fresh on her face. She positioned her rabbit in the crook of her arm to adjust her makeup and brush her dark curls from her face. Satisfied she didn’t look as distraught; she approached the building.
As she reached for the handle, she noticed it was a chunk of polished amber, with a spider encased within. Neat. She turned it and entered, a chime announcing her presence.
“Morning. Welcome to Ryan’s taxidermy; I’m Ryan. Looking for anything specific?” she turned her attention to a thin and pale man. He was covered in tattoos of animal skulls and random bones. His hair was overgrown, sitting messily atop his head.
“Hi Ryan, I’m Macy. I was hoping I could get my rabbit taxidermized?” she asked, wondering if that was even the right word. He looked her up and down, almost as if he were irritated, before gesturing for her to follow him. He led her to the register counter.
“Was it a pet?” he snipped, turning on the computer that sat next to the register.