Final Victim
Chapter OneThe Rat
His mother, Shirley, had transformed him into The Rat. When he was bad or woke up with an erection, she would take him into the basement and light the Trinity candles she got from church.She would hold his hand in the flame until his flesh burned.Fire would cleanse him, she said ... and, for a while, it did.When he was The Rat, he was pitiful and ugly, but he knew everything. The smallest details were vivid and sharp. His skin never irritated him when he was The Rat, except for the last few days before he transformed, when his nipples and skin burned, but he didn't have to wear silk.When he was The Rat he never got erections.
When he was The Wind Minstrel, he was always ready to be erect. The strange thing was, those erections were pure.He would swell with penile holiness.He was glorious, but he was always in pain.He could smell his flesh burning and everything was too bright. He had to wear specially made dark glasses and rub on Vaseline. Sometimes he got a bad rash.... He tried not to think of it, to soar above it, but the stinging sensation on his skin always intensified through Friday, and by Satu ... read full excerpt from Final Victim ebook
