My, my, what a lovely neck.Mind if I give it a little squeeze? What’s the matter? Both hands. Yes, baby. I need a good grip. Mmmm — it’s soft, warm. Good throat. Strong pulse. Stop? Why? I’ll let go before I see blue. Promise.
I refer to it as The Pit. This is where wholesome stories start with a happy-ever-after journey but are dismembered before arriving at that destination. Like life, it includes an uncomfortable truth or two to spoil things along the way.
They say truth is stranger than fiction. Nice. Let’s go with that. The truth is subjective anyway. Those who swear byone thing on the ground floor often deny it by the time they reach the next one. The one thing I know is that pure truth is a hazardous thing. Our honest feelings, thoughts, and dreams, can also go to the darkest of places. For some, this is too much. For others, it’s just perfect. Fantastic discoveries are made in the darkness of blind honesty.
Prepare yourself. Discovery has teeth.
So, if you came looking to find hope and happiness cliches here, take a seat Cinderella. I’ll pop these cuffs around your wrists for a while. There you go. Now, let me talk to the realistic ones for a bit.
Okay, come on you lot, gather around. For those of you with a stomach strong enough to read my style of dark fiction, I’ve got something extra special for you. Take a walk with me. Come on. Step this way for chapter one. Oh, don’t worry about Cinderella. Those whimpers will subside. And she’ll be here when we get back. I’m in no hurry. We’ll take this walk first and then after we come back you’ll get to see what I’ve planned to do to her. I promise you’ll get to see everything as it’s happening.
Always.
