Synopsis My life, inside this apartment is simple. It works, as long as I follow the rules. 1. Don't leave the apartment. Not in case of fire, not to mail a letter, not to run an errand. The door stays shut, and I stay inside. 2. Don't get attached to clients. I take off my clothes, I stand in front of the camera, and I perform. What they want, I give. Their secrets, I keep. Everything I tell them, is a lie. 3. Don't kill anyone. I've obeyed that rule for over three years. My life, inside this apartment was simple, and it worked. Then, I started breaking rules. Enter a world of lies, thrills, fears, and all desires, in this original thriller from A. R. Torre. Warning: This book contains explicit sexual references, and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. |
Buy Links
Excerpt
“Something happened, and I need advice.” I grip the phone tightly and wait for the psychiatrist’s response.
“Another episode?”
“No - nothing about that. It’s Jeremy…you know the guy who-”
“You’ve had one human interaction in three years, I know who you’re talking about. What happened?”
“He left me a note. Outside. With my package.” I read him the note, trying not to add inflections that probably don’t exist. When I finish there is silence, silence that stretches out so long that I find myself fidgeting.
“What do you want from me, DeAnna?”
“I want you to tell me what to do! I don’t know how to handle this shit.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I - I don’t know what I want. I just need you to tell me what to do.”
“What was it like when you were with him?”
I stand, pacing the expanse between my two bedrooms. Crossing the thresholds feels like moving between my two selves – sex kitten to lonely recluse. JessReilly19 to scheming murderess. I pushed against his hard chest and then he was there, in my mouth, his tongue pressed gently against mine, and my own traitorous mouth responded, my heart rate increased, my hands moved of their own accord, to his strong arms. Shoving the blade of the box cutters deep into his skin, the blood bursting from the movement, spraying gently upon my hand. I tasted him, greedy for everything, my hands roamed everywhere, grabbed at his shirt, hastily undoing the buttons. If he came back, if he came inside, I could be more prepared, could succeed in my quest for death.
“Deanna?”
I halt, trying to focus. “I’m sorry - what was the question?”
“What was it like when you were with him? How did you feel?”
“I wanted him.” On me, in me, dead beneath me.
“In what way?” Derek’s voice is so sensual, so soothing, so male. I make a decision, moving to my pink bed, and lay back on the sheets that smell of lube and latex.
“Another episode?”
“No - nothing about that. It’s Jeremy…you know the guy who-”
“You’ve had one human interaction in three years, I know who you’re talking about. What happened?”
“He left me a note. Outside. With my package.” I read him the note, trying not to add inflections that probably don’t exist. When I finish there is silence, silence that stretches out so long that I find myself fidgeting.
“What do you want from me, DeAnna?”
“I want you to tell me what to do! I don’t know how to handle this shit.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I - I don’t know what I want. I just need you to tell me what to do.”
“What was it like when you were with him?”
I stand, pacing the expanse between my two bedrooms. Crossing the thresholds feels like moving between my two selves – sex kitten to lonely recluse. JessReilly19 to scheming murderess. I pushed against his hard chest and then he was there, in my mouth, his tongue pressed gently against mine, and my own traitorous mouth responded, my heart rate increased, my hands moved of their own accord, to his strong arms. Shoving the blade of the box cutters deep into his skin, the blood bursting from the movement, spraying gently upon my hand. I tasted him, greedy for everything, my hands roamed everywhere, grabbed at his shirt, hastily undoing the buttons. If he came back, if he came inside, I could be more prepared, could succeed in my quest for death.
“Deanna?”
I halt, trying to focus. “I’m sorry - what was the question?”
“What was it like when you were with him? How did you feel?”
“I wanted him.” On me, in me, dead beneath me.
“In what way?” Derek’s voice is so sensual, so soothing, so male. I make a decision, moving to my pink bed, and lay back on the sheets that smell of lube and latex.
Book Trailer
Author Info
A.R. Torre is a pseudonym for popular erotica author Alessandra Torre. Blindfolded Innocence, her first novel, was a huge success and captured the attention of readers everywhere. When not writing, A.R. Torre enjoys reading, traveling, and spending time with her family. |