mustache speaking at him, but didn’t hear a word. The corridor went dark as he collapsed to the floor next to the old man’s lifeless body.
…
In room 211, Eric Gentry was reunited with the thing that changed him.
VOLUME II
Spellbound Moments
There is a magic in these haunted halls. She knew the moment she set foot within its confines, all those years ago, that she could make this place something more . She was referred to, more in her victim’s thoughts than actually spoken aloud, as the Mermaid, the Dark-haired Devil, the Ice Queen , but somewhere, lost in a pool of sorrow and rage, this lonely young girl once known as Sarah, waits. This powerful thing waits. For those who open themselves up to its glorious crimson charms, to its blood soaked memories, to its spellbound moments of desire–there is a dark promise waiting to be fulfilled.
After years of lying dormant, silently preparing, her little tribe of breathing ghosts has finally started to come together. Each one of those chosen and blessed with her wonderful talents holds within their fragile psyches their own unique potential. Eric–big, strong, and obedient–is the ultimate weapon. She feels his rage, his love of death, and his compulsion to please. Watching him immerse himself in his work at her whim is something truly invigorating. And then there is poor, broken Kenneth. Sodomized by a friend of the family, and banished to this out of the way inn, left to rot and to remember . So small, lost, and frail– even in his dreams . Through her gifts he shall ascend to a level of depravity and usefulness he has never known. There’s also the pretty girl, Meghan, so easily possessed. Sarah shall play her with delicate precision, like the most dark and beautiful of classical pieces–a dramatic Chopin. There is a special plan for her...soon enough. For now, it is sufficient to toy with her, using her loveliness to play with the little overnight clerk, Jeffrey, and his romantic reveries. His fun is just beginning.
Of course, there is one other not yet mentioned, for he is not fully aware of their connection. Oh, their eyes met, briefly, her presence already working its way within him. His secrets can hear her whispers, for they speak the same tongue, they dance to the same rhythm, bleed the same song, and share the same vocation.
Soon, my sweet Timothy, soon .
The Ice Queen’s much anticipated gathering would not be rushed. Not a single decadent moment. Not now, not when it is all so close at hand. On the contrary, her intentions are to bathe in every act of wicked defilement, every splattered droplet of blood, and every ounce of pleasure and pain. She waits with desires unbound; as they were in the flesh, so are they now in death. All will be attainable soon enough–once her path of wicked wonders is leveled, once this collection is complete, she will be free to roam these haunted halls.
Before she could rest, Sarah, the Ice Queen , had a few more enchantments to cast.
Chapter One
“Wake up,” the voice whispered in the dark.
Somewhere in his opiate-induced slumber, Kenneth McGowan shuddered. His dreams were no longer the wonderland of adventurous, childlike imaginings they had once been. In those happier dreams, he had watched himself climb mountains made of Legos; he had ridden an elephant through a city where the streets were crammed with characters from Mary Poppins , Star Wars , and The Never Ending Story ; he had played Cowboys and Indians with childhood friends he’d never had. Once, the dreams were his friends, but not anymore. In the time between when his mother abandoned him here in July and this cold October evening, something sour had burrowed its way into the lone solace he had known from his real world of shame. The dreams, no longer holding his hand, had begun filling with vile scenes of overdoses, rape, and death.
In tonight’s little vision, the attack from Uncle Wes had been relatively easy and
…
In room 211, Eric Gentry was reunited with the thing that changed him.
VOLUME II
Spellbound Moments
There is a magic in these haunted halls. She knew the moment she set foot within its confines, all those years ago, that she could make this place something more . She was referred to, more in her victim’s thoughts than actually spoken aloud, as the Mermaid, the Dark-haired Devil, the Ice Queen , but somewhere, lost in a pool of sorrow and rage, this lonely young girl once known as Sarah, waits. This powerful thing waits. For those who open themselves up to its glorious crimson charms, to its blood soaked memories, to its spellbound moments of desire–there is a dark promise waiting to be fulfilled.
After years of lying dormant, silently preparing, her little tribe of breathing ghosts has finally started to come together. Each one of those chosen and blessed with her wonderful talents holds within their fragile psyches their own unique potential. Eric–big, strong, and obedient–is the ultimate weapon. She feels his rage, his love of death, and his compulsion to please. Watching him immerse himself in his work at her whim is something truly invigorating. And then there is poor, broken Kenneth. Sodomized by a friend of the family, and banished to this out of the way inn, left to rot and to remember . So small, lost, and frail– even in his dreams . Through her gifts he shall ascend to a level of depravity and usefulness he has never known. There’s also the pretty girl, Meghan, so easily possessed. Sarah shall play her with delicate precision, like the most dark and beautiful of classical pieces–a dramatic Chopin. There is a special plan for her...soon enough. For now, it is sufficient to toy with her, using her loveliness to play with the little overnight clerk, Jeffrey, and his romantic reveries. His fun is just beginning.
Of course, there is one other not yet mentioned, for he is not fully aware of their connection. Oh, their eyes met, briefly, her presence already working its way within him. His secrets can hear her whispers, for they speak the same tongue, they dance to the same rhythm, bleed the same song, and share the same vocation.
Soon, my sweet Timothy, soon .
The Ice Queen’s much anticipated gathering would not be rushed. Not a single decadent moment. Not now, not when it is all so close at hand. On the contrary, her intentions are to bathe in every act of wicked defilement, every splattered droplet of blood, and every ounce of pleasure and pain. She waits with desires unbound; as they were in the flesh, so are they now in death. All will be attainable soon enough–once her path of wicked wonders is leveled, once this collection is complete, she will be free to roam these haunted halls.
Before she could rest, Sarah, the Ice Queen , had a few more enchantments to cast.
Chapter One
“Wake up,” the voice whispered in the dark.
Somewhere in his opiate-induced slumber, Kenneth McGowan shuddered. His dreams were no longer the wonderland of adventurous, childlike imaginings they had once been. In those happier dreams, he had watched himself climb mountains made of Legos; he had ridden an elephant through a city where the streets were crammed with characters from Mary Poppins , Star Wars , and The Never Ending Story ; he had played Cowboys and Indians with childhood friends he’d never had. Once, the dreams were his friends, but not anymore. In the time between when his mother abandoned him here in July and this cold October evening, something sour had burrowed its way into the lone solace he had known from his real world of shame. The dreams, no longer holding his hand, had begun filling with vile scenes of overdoses, rape, and death.
In tonight’s little vision, the attack from Uncle Wes had been relatively easy and
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