4 D A Y S T O H A L L O W E E N There was something in the candy As soon as I swallow I know something is wrong My throat burns my heart beginning to seize It squeezes as though in a vise and I throw the door open startling a group of trick or treaters I can t help but clutch desperately at my throat and chest The children run but I make eye contact with you my next door neighbour over the jack-o -lanterns on my porch I try to speak but my heart starts to skip rapidly fluttering in my chest and my vision is going dark I sink to my knees with one hand out toward you My heart trips constricts once like a fist is wrapped around it and stops I fall back surrounded by an orange glow and the scent of poisoned sugar The last thing I m aware of is you ripping my shirt up and your cool hands between my breasts I m helpless in your hands 2 pics click through