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In a cold, clinical room the neon light flickers, uncomfortably blinking in a semi-seizure. Dr Szabolcs clicks his pen against his notepad in a nervous twitch. He is an old man with a trim white beard and hazel eyes. There is a Freudian air to him as he reclines back in his chair. He studies the patient sitting in front of him. A striking Hellenic figure in flesh and blood with a wild look in his dark, almost black eyes. The room is silent, and the shadow standing in the back to add security ...

“I want you to whip me.” Aurelio said with a straight face. Lucy nearly spilled her cup of coffee all over her summer dress. “You want me to do what?” She said shocked and mortified, her large blue eyes widening with an almost rodent-like surprise. “I want you to dominate me. I want you to humiliate me and hurt me. I want to be your slave.” He lent forward across the marble table and clutched Lucy's hand. She flinched and reclined back into the plush vel...

It was the morning after. I stood leaning against my balcony hoping that a cool wind and a cigarette would help me sober up. The sun was already high up in the sky, the market was bustling down below and I was still drunk. I was trying very hard to ignore the sadistic music stand down in the street in front of my house, blaring out the same bloody bachata song which the owner ritually played on loop every Sunday morning. Living centrally has the advantages of being able to stumble home inebr...

I write this because I am desperate. I write because I need some solace. I am afraid that I am losing the will to live and that I will soon be writing my own death. Nobody will know why. Should anyone care to record my life they would simply assume that I, Isolde Raephtys, Queen of the Southern Kingdom simply went insane and took my own life . I feel the need to justify both to myself and to you, the reader. I justify to you that I am sound of mind. I am not sound in my heart and soul. My on...