It was my opportunity to be on Television. Of course, I was only going to be grunting and making strange faces as one of the "Walking Dead". Still, the entire experience had a lot of side benefits.
A story in the Dark Tales Universe
This is an unusual story, told entirely in the first person, as if a gal is narrating her experiences to somebody else. Of how she went from being a Disco Queen, to a vampire.
A young couple wander off the path and are captured by a sentient vine who fucks humans for pleasure and breeding. A dark tale told in a mix of prose and poetry.
She woke up chained in paradise—bare, collared, leaking, and wrong. Her name stolen, her limbs unlearning how to walk, her body twisted into something obscene and obedient. In this pastel prison of picket fences and Stepford smiles, she isn't a woman anymore. She's a pet. A fuckpet. And everyone treats her like she was born to crawl, whimper, and serve. But she remembers. She remembers being human. Even if no one else does. Welcome to the neighborhood!
When a young deaf-mute maid is struck by a carriage, her only hope for survival lies in the hands of Doctor Rochdale — a man whose compassion is buried beneath arrogance and greed. What begins as an act of medical duty turns into a chilling display of power, exploitation, and moral decay, as the doctor and his photographer friend transform the helpless girl’s suffering into their private spectacle.
When Millicent discovers her father has knocked up a common maid, of all people, the beautiful eighteen year-old is justifiably upset. She can’t just stand by and let her future inheritance be divided with the lowly bitch of a maid, or her little bastard offspring! Millicent takes some extremely drastic steps to insure her fortune, but not before securing a fall-guy to take the rap!