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Wicked Hope – Chapter One

Chapter One

It seemed as if the light would never come. The pain rang in my ears with every beat of my heart. The torturous brutalities that plagued our home would never cease. The others were huddled around me, trying desperately to meld into the walls, to become invisible, but the darkness laughed at us. It beat away at our hope and stripped away our sanity. I’m not sure if I would prefer the light, seeing those before me who are undoubtedly beaten, bloody and rotting in their skin. We were naked, waiting to be taken by those who ached for perversion.

Our home was a small, rusted room with a disgusting dirt floor that ate away at our skin. The room held no furniture. It was completely bare except for the bucket in the corner that forced us into shame as our bodies demanded the purging of waste and fluids. At least they gave us that. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. The walls were devoid of windows, which only served to isolate us further. The light that streamed through the doorway was very little, but after a while, your eyes adapted.

People littered every corner and wall, and some of them were undoubtedly dead. Lucky bastards. We used to fight each other for the comfortably hidden corners, but then we realized … no place was safe. They always walked into the room knowing full well who they would take. You couldn’t hide from them, nor could you hide from yourself.

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How Can I Exist Without You?

 

howcaniIt’s time. Who am I kidding? It’s way the fuck past time. Time to do what, you ask?

Well, it’s time for me to accept who I am and what I am good at. I am good at the morbid, gruesome perversions that most keep within. You know exactly what I’m talking about.

Some of you know me.

Me.

Me for who I am.

Who I am inside.

Inside of this shell of façade.

I yearn for you, ache for you, throb at the thought of your smile. A simple, innocent smile at me.

I have just completed the entire outline for the second book in the Wicked series, and let me tell you something fuckhead … I need this. I can’t take it anymore. I have to let it free.

I smile. I smile again. I am that sweet girl at work everyone looks forward to seeing. Wow. Narcissist much? Seriously, though. I dream and fantasize and yearn for things you would rather vomit at than consider yummy.

I sit in my car, and I wait … I know it’s time to get out and walk into work, but I can’t help it. I have to jot down one more note. One more idea. One more slice of terror that does it for me.

I miss everything I once was. I need to release this inner explosion before it catches up to me and devours some poor, worthless soul.

You know the one I’m talking about, right? The one who will suffer because I cannot have you. The one I will crush because I cannot taste you.

Now … Let’s define you. Or should we? Perhaps You is nothing more, or nothing less, than the idea of taking what isn’t mine. The object or idea or act that eludes me.

I do this, don’t I? I rant and rave and go off on tangents, the kind I can’t seem to find my way back from.

You see, I was going to work on one last project this year. I’ve already published two novels this year, and the thought of putting together a fluffer for Christmas made me happy …

And then it hit me! BAM!

Fuck all that noise. I’m going to write this fucking book and you, my sweetness, will hopefully masturbate to the festering flesh and homicidal transformations that will transpire on the pages to come.

I have considered … What should I do to reward a precious fan who just can’t seem to get enough of me or the words I’ve so carefully chosen?

Details to come .. And cum you shall. Because that’s what it will take to win a small sliver of me.

Feel free to email me at tillyslaton@gmail.com … let me know what you think .. what you desire.

Until then ~ … Tilly.