A young man finds himself dazed and confused at the turmoil battling inside of himself as conflicting emotions vie for supremacy. In desperation, he stops in for a reading from a psychic and finds himself confronting more than he expected. The woman has her own agenda, and leads him on a tryst that takes him through his past and gives him visions of his future. She thinks she is using him; in her mind, she considers herself a beguiling sexual predator. But in reality, she takes them on a journey neither will ever forget--one with a deadly outcome. A seductive and sexual romp, mixed with graphic and startling violence, this tale of self discovery is part beauty and part horrific nightmare. It opens our eyes--to the types of darknesses we have never dreamt of before and to possibilities never once imagined--and in the end, it leaves them wide open.
<Excerpt> I met her. Oh, I met her. I had wanted a psychic reading for a long time, and while driving down the road the other day, I stumbled onto a place that had the look. It had a run down, gothic appearance. Something about the building drew me in--an ominous quality exuded from within. A deeply buried sense told me the answers to my queries awaited me, behind the plain, unassuming doors. Entering, I felt a wave of fear rush through my head and smiled because I knew it wasn't my fear I sensed.
I walked up to the rather attractive woman sitting behind the counter. A hand-crocheted shawl draped her shoulders. Beneath it, a thin silky blouse revealed delightful and ample cleavage. The blouse, neatly tucked into a pair of tight capris, gave her a thin, yet curvy form certain to catch any man's eye. Hers was a mousy look, hair falling loosely around her throat and tendrils cascaded into the wonderful valley of cleavage. The long wavy hair could have been breathtaking. Enough gray showed through to take away from the sheen that should have glimmered in her hair.
A shudder ran through her as she felt my gaze on her milky white throat. Lovely green eyes, quick and assessing, darted from me to the closing door behind me. It occurred to me the idea of the door trapping her in isolation with me made her jittery. She looked at me, trying to mask her apprehension with a wan smile. I felt a keen appreciation for the fear trembling through her veins and could not help but try to calm her with my best shy smile.
"Yes, Master?" She asked quietly. "May I be of service to you?" our work here...
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“Have you ever felt a hatred smoldering inside, with such profound severity, that you can actually taste it? Trust me. An odd taste lingers in your mouth, and no amount of mouthwash can camouflage it. Over the last few years, that hatred has evolved. It has grown from a smolder, into a raging inferno. An odd sensation prickling in the back of my mind is now reborn into a torrid and vulgar awareness of appetites and unfulfilled desires that yearn for satisfaction.
“Most people go through life knowing what they are and have at least some vague conception of who they are. Maybe I should change that statement in a way that clarifies my own situation. Instead of speaking of people, perhaps I should say humans. Perhaps even humans would not be the correct title; maybe I should say mortals. That is part of the war raging inside. At first, I thought I knew my identity then I felt unsure. I denied the obvious and wished for clarification. Finally, almost mercifully, the truth sank in and I accept what I am, but it is the very act of my mind dealing with the mere suggestion of this nightmare that truly terrifies me. The concept wreaks havoc in my mind, the more sane parts argues vehemently with parts more willing to accept the obvious.
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
