Authors: Michael Malflic
Nadrea
continued to drink trying to cleanse herself of what she had become, human. She wondered into the darkness and cold air, not knowing what to do next.
Nadrea
would be found the next morning exactly as she had felt when leaving Vincent’s. Cold, exposed, utterly alone, and completely destroyed. She had been recovered at the park by Regan National, her blood thin from drink and the parts of her body that hadn’t been used to the point of near mutilation were chilled from exposure. Her breasts bruised a deep dark purple, cuts across them in an attempt to further defile her body, her thighs bruised from her knees the marks extending to her
waist. Her genitals raw and still bleeding she looked as if she had been fucked with a knife to the point where you couldn’t tell if she had been a man or a woman.
Upon her discovery by the park police the first assumption was it was a hate crime against a transsexual. Rape was considered, but upon investigation it was determined that all of the marks, every scratch, cut and bruise was except for some already fading from her inner thighs had been self inflicted. A portrait of her hate for what she had become, she always had been able to separate her feelings and love from sex. A trait that Vincent didn’t have, there were his play things and then there was the woman he loved, a woman he had no intention of sharing with anyone else ever again.
As she laid there in the cold, her body destroyed, her mind long since gone her breaths shallow and fleeting even then her face was seductive.
Nadrea
à la fin
elle
fait
un
beau cadaver.
Author’s Note
This book was made possible by so many people but I’d like to take a moment to thank a few of you very specifically. First off my loving wife Laney (aka The Chesty Blonde) for tolerating the insanity that is my life, my art, and my fairly nontraditional view of the world. My eldest Diva who I’ve watched grow into an amazing young woman, a great writer, and her own strong person, and my youngest Lilith for possessing such an incredibly unique and artistic soul
, may time never steal that from you
.
Also without the efforts and countless hours of
proofing, editing, and encouragement by Jennifer J and my sister the very talented author B.R. Tyler this would still be little more than scribbling in a note book. To my friends and co writers on the Malflic.com site Alice King, Lord Raven, Ignored Dad, and of course Diva you are all in part why I finally decided to finish and publish the book and find every week to be an adventure. And I’d be remiss without mentioning the good Reverend John
Sleestaxx
who always provides me with a laugh or the
Official
Naked Nurse who has been a muse to me for more years than I care to admit.
Last but certainly not least a very heartfelt thank you to all my fans and friends that have supported me over the past 10 years by reading my
musings
, sharing your knowledge, and in many cases your time, bodies, souls, and even the occasionally lurid picture, video, on untoward invitation for me to “do something dirty to you.” It’s because of you I remain…
“As Twisted as E
ver, Usually Dirty, and Sometimes Funny.”
Mal
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