Tag Archives: evil

Schadenfreude – Twenty Seven

Posted on March 13, 2016 by Helen

He came back to the chat room an hour later. It was empty. Somehow he knew she would also sense this, or guess this, and return. He only had to wait about ten minutes. Her nickname appeared. Vlad: Clever trick … Continue reading →

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Animation – Seventeen

Posted on August 28, 2015 by Helen

Once finished, I sleep fitfully, then the next morning, around the time of cafe assignations, I sit at my window to watch. At precisely 10am I see my beloved arrive and sit, happy and excited at a café table. He … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Eighteen

Posted on April 16, 2015 by Helen

He returns later, about an hour later, to do the session. He apologises for his forgetfulness as though he has left his lover waiting. Perhaps he thinks he has, but it is crueller still to have given that brief time … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Seventeen

Posted on April 13, 2015 by Helen

And Mandy is in her own dream of sorts, though its daylight now, and in this inhospitable place. But she’s elsewhere, gone from there, escaping into the soporific cover of early afternoon. Her mind is wandering to far more pleasant … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Seventeen

Posted on April 9, 2015 by Helen

It is working, she can tell. She sees it in his trembling lips, his gentle touch as he comes to her for their next session. The tears in his eyes, the genuine distress he feels in the moment before he … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Sixteen

Posted on April 5, 2015 by Helen

This time the nightmare is different. It is darkened skies, streaked with a fiery red, like lightning reaching from the heavens has struck something solid and is blazing this fuel across the sky. It is bleeding roads, blood-red, before her, … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Fifteen

Posted on March 30, 2015 by Helen

  ‘You need to look at these photos,’ Susan insisted to Lisa as their coffees started to grow cold. ‘I’ve compiled all I can from the history, it’s all here.’ She put her iPad down, swivelling it to be right … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Fourteen

Posted on March 19, 2015 by Helen

I am delighted with our progress. Things go more smoothly and quickly than I had anticipated. Aunt Imogen had always said that it took easier with children, so perhaps there is something childlike in my dear Violet, for she is … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Twelve

Posted on March 5, 2015 by Helen

She has been awake for some time now. It seems that she has ‘done well’ with something. Her captor, who insists she calls her host, says she performed well. As a result he has loosened her ties somewhat, or perhaps … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Eleven

Posted on February 26, 2015 by Helen

She responded so well, I am certain I am right. She dissociates so naturally it proves she is born for this. I struggled so much more than her, even given my relative youth, when Imogen began my trials. But she … Continue reading →

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