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The Devil’s Plaything (novel)

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Chapter 9

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Louise unlocked the handcuffs.  I felt I should try to run but then looked down at my appearance.  My stockings and shoes were stained green with wasabi and my top was smudged with coffee.  A weight sank into my chest as I realised that I was lost to them but my head felt light with […]

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Chapter 8

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I looked at the white artex ceiling.  It looked cushioned rather than pointed.  I frowned and wondered if I was seeing the inside of a padded cell through a hallucination of madness.  He returned with a wide roll of duct tape and wound it around my head, over my eyes, over mouth leaving my nose […]

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Chapter 7

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Simon’s erection was already subsiding, pointing at me accusingly from its half-mast position.  The board was removed from my back.  Simon pulled his trousers up with finality and fastened them. ‘You disappoint me.’ He grasped my chin and lifted my head from where I had tucked it, forehead against the desk in shame.  He looked […]

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Chapter 6

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I skidded into the car, breathing heavily from my walk up the stairs and immediately started coughing in the smoke. ‘Welcome back.  Are you ill or simply unfit?’ I slapped my hand down onto the taut leather with a sting. ‘A koala!’ I shouted. ‘Just my little joke.’ ‘A fucking koala.’ He turned, this time […]

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Chapter 5

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I was watching the minutes click by on the chrome framed wall clock, from my seat at the reception desk.  My essay remained unfinished before me on my lap top screen, my hand was wedged in a book about surrealism in literature, trying to keep the page but my mind kept returning its focus to […]

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Chapter 4

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Despite his claim to the contrary, Simon had finished with me for that evening at least.  Louise graciously offered me a quarter of the takings from him but I was too ashamed or perhaps too stubborn to take it.  Three days passed slowly, in the haze of the ethereal white reception as I tapped my […]

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Chapter 3

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I pulled the white stilettos off by their heels and threw them at the wall in the staff room with a scream.  A chunk of plaster crumbled to dust under the impact.  I stood for a moment with my fists clenched by my sides, feeling my ribs rise and fall.  An ache formed in my […]

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Chapter 2

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I hung back as Ms. L worked, fidgeting in my cream boned corset with white lace spilling over my cleavage.  The silicone stocking tops dug in and I was sure that they were developing a ladder.  I had not had time to do my make up properly and I was hoping that Simon wouldn’t notice […]

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Chapter 1

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The newsagent seemed less than impressed with me.  I stood with my back to him but I could feel the hairs stand up on the back of my neck as he glared at me.  My legs ached from an hour of standing to read and I considered sitting to lean against the pic-a-mix stand.  I […]

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