insulating-tape

“Suzie walked quietly to the bed and looked at the terrible face, the long jet black hair clawed and stuck over her scalp, rivers of dried sweat that had plainly formed a delta down one side of the face that was frozen in a merciless agony: the tongue starting from the open mouth, blue and suggestive, the eyes half closed, as if she was on the point of waking, and around the neck, biting clear into the flesh, the wire ligature, with the insulating-tape ends standing up obscenely from behind her shoulders.”

Bottled Spider