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Posted on February 25, 2016 Leave a Comment
Over the past several months I have had to write posts mourning the passing of many people. Horror heavyweights such as Wes Craven, Christopher Lee and Gunnar Hansen. Not people I knew personally. It would be extremely idiotic of me to assume that any of that would prepare me to write about the passing of […]
Posted on December 31, 2015 Leave a Comment
As she watched the family eat, Lysette quietly tested the straps. They were nothing but leather. At full strength, she could bend steel, leather would be no challenge. Even though she was a far cry from full strength, all she needed was to wait for the right opportunity. Patrick was staring at her. Redding had […]
Posted on October 30, 2015 Leave a Comment
CHAPTER NINE Lysette did not wake up until she smelled the blood. It was a familiar smell, too familiar, perhaps. It was her own. She could feel it, dried and crusted all over her face. How long had she been out? Her eyes were blurry, but there were lights, and that startled her. At first […]
Posted on September 30, 2015 Leave a Comment
CHAPTER EIGHT There were stars up there. Pasty and tacky, but there, glued to the ceiling and starting to peel. Patrick Redding couldn’t sleep. Not with what was down there. He knew it was bad to think the things he was thinking, his parents had told him that much. But was it really? Was it […]
Posted on August 30, 2015 Leave a Comment
CHAPTER SEVEN “Eve? Are you all right?” She was staring out the window. She looked pale, even sick. Katharine Brewster had been worried about the girl since the beginning of the semester. She worried about all of her students, to some degree, knowing full well the experience of being a teenager. How harrowing it could […]
Posted on July 30, 2015 Leave a Comment
CHAPTER SIX Evelyn Redding didn’t know what she was looking at, not at first. She recognized, at least dimly, that there was a girl and that the girl was chained to a bed. She could grasp all the pieces individually, but connecting them, putting it together—that was a very different thing. And at the moment […]
Posted on June 30, 2015 Leave a Comment
CHAPTER FIVE Thurston Redding greeted the day with the same routine each morning. He woke up, showered, shaved, plucked his eyebrows, counted each individual strand of hair as he combed it. If there was anything Redding respected, it was ritual. He never thought about it, never had a voice in his head telling him when […]
Posted on May 30, 2015 Leave a Comment
CHAPTER FOUR Lysette was awakened by a splash of cold water. An attempt to get her moving, no doubt, but she could not remember anything. She couldn’t even remember where she was. Her eyes opened slowly, the blur receding bit by bit until she looked the man in the face. One glance into Redding’s eyes […]
Posted on April 30, 2015 Leave a Comment
CHAPTER THREE Lysette had considered herself a professional. But she had one though on her mind when she walked into the emperor’s chamber. A thought she had never had before: I can’t do this. She had known the emperor all too well. Strange as it was, she expected his perversions. The girl had never had […]
Posted on March 31, 2015 Leave a Comment
CHAPTER TWO Rome. A very long time ago. Lysette was sixteen, beautiful, and like all girls her age it was a curse. Like all girls from her walk of life, from her social standing, she was a servant to a higher purpose. That was how they put it, at least, the priests and politicians. Servant […]
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