@AniB's ruffled "Abby" cuffs, a photo by magependragon on Flickr.

Made for my dear friend @AniB in black chunky double knit and cherry red double knit on DPNs. This set don't have beeds around the edge as the wool is thick enough for a firm edge without them.

Trivia: Abby wears a set of these in NCIS season 8 episode 10 “False Witness” sent to her by @bonniejacobs.

The graffiti covering the factory walls bubbles and crackles from the heat. Rivulets of blood trickle from under the doors forming a river of crimson flowing down the pavement. He stepped clear of the churning mess and looked back at the business his grandfather had built. They'd used to make those little firetrucks he'd loved so much.

They would be here soon. The real ones, not the toys. An industrial fire this big wouldn't be ignored for long. He could just about make out their sirens already.

"Kill them! Burn it down! No one can know!" The thoughts clanged in his head like the loser buzzer of that last slot machine only a few hours before. He clutched his head, the gun barrel still warm enough to singe. Kneeling before the blaze, he prayed John would forgive him.

Fire and brimstone. You thought they were idle threats but now here you are entombed in a furnace of your own making. You spoke out. You thought freely. You did not toe the papal line. You knew what the price was but you scoffed at it as the delusions of fanatical fools. You never dreamed it would be true.

Engulfed. Flames lick and touch everywhere like a lover's caress but inflame beyond exquisite pleasure to extreme pain. Relentless they never pause in their assault.

Smoke clogs your throat as you try to gulp in air. Smoke from your own clothes, hair, skin. It repulses you but instinctively you gasp the scalding air into your lungs trying to catch your breath. Breath which will forever now burn you inside as the flames licking at your skin burn you outside.