Flesh Gothic by Edward Lee Read Free

now."
    He started to get up, but her hand pulled him back.
"Sleep here in the bed with me. After all this, everything
you've done, don't you think I trust you?" A grim chuckle.
"If you wanted to do something perverted to me, you'd
have done that a long tune ago, too."
    He settled back against her, drifting. He still felt awful,
and knew he would for awhile, but lying with her like
that-in perfect trust-gave him a sense of comfort that
seemed priceless to him. She fell asleep quickly, while the
man was still experiencing the twirls, but after a time they
abated. He listened to her breathe, her hand resting on his
chest.
    When his eyes grew accustomed to the dark, he could see
her outline. The breasts settled to one side over the massive
belly.
    Before he fell into his own stupor-like sleep, this is what
he thought: No, I won't kill you. But I swear to God on High
that I'm gonna kill uhatevrr cones out of you ...

     

Part One

Slaughter Night

     

Chapter One
    Nine months prrvious.. .
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    Faye didn't really know if she dreamed anymore. What
went on in her head most of the time seemed like the most
vivid nightmares, and nightmares were dreams but she never
remembered sleeping. She liked the door locked, though,
and she liked the way the moon sometimes shone in
through the window at night.
    Faye, do some more...
    If I do anymore IT be wrecked!
    We ... want you wrecked. We want you out of your mind. And
you know you like it anyway. You like it all. Let me put it this wary.
Unless you're out of your mind, you're of no use to us.

    She sat fat and naked on a red-velvet Edwardian-era
couch that she knew cost more than she made in two years.
Fat and naked, and sadder now in her stimulated exhilaration than when she was sober and alone. Hildreth was right:
this was all she was here for. Groundskeeper? It was a joke;
she knew that now I'm their Pillsbury Dough Giri. She was
there to be laughed at and abused and humiliated. When
they were shooting one of the movies at the house, they
called her "The Fluff Pig."
    Brawny men stood on either side, naked and aroused by
either Viagra or evil. She took oral turns with them without
even thinking, an automatic impulse now. Two rough fingers twirled a lopsided nipple as if taking a screw out of a
wall.
    This pig does it DAMN good .. .
    Probably been practicing since she uvs four.
    And instead of crying or screaming or even biting them,
Faye chuckled in her throat. It was awful what she'd let
them turn her into.
    I'm awful, she thought.
    One man pulled out.
    Stick out your tongue.
    Faye did so, and on her tongue the man placed a heathergreen pill embossed with a Playboy Bunny.
    Another man shoved a bottle at her.
    Swallow. That's something you're good at.
    She slugged the rich wine, oblivious to its faded label:
MONTRACHET 1888.
    The stouter voice spoke across the candle-lit room. Janey,
why don't you cone over here and indulge Faye with some of your
own skills?
    A starkly beautiful woman sat nude in the center of the
handmade Kashmiri carpet. She looked up, distracted, as she intricately wielded a syringe, about to inject something into
a vein in her foot. Oh, Reginald, please. You know, l only like to
play around with hot girls. She's too ugly...

    Oh, I upp! another naked woman consented, eagerly scurrying across. I don't know why, but I've always had a thing for
ugly chicks!
    You don't know why? someone else said and laughed. You
think maybe being nuts has something to do with it?
    Oh, shut up, Three-Bails!
    The woman crawled between Faye's lumpy, rice-white
legs, the workings of her tongue immediate, ravenous. Faye
shimmied at the jolt of pleasure. A metallic clicking resounded, the woman's tongue-stud laving up and down
over the rings of Faye's forced piercings. More warm, pulsing things filled her mouth, shoved in with no regard. She
simply did it, without objection, because she knew it was
her only acceptance. So much overwhelmed her now: