In a windowless building of pleasure Veronica is being watched.
“She grasps the scissors and the metal is cold, raising the hairs on her arms. Holding the fabric tight she pokes the point of the blade through the material and begins to cut. Ian bought her this dress, an anniversary present, but she dismembers it thoughtlessly. The metallic rasp pauses as she twists the dress to cut the back, the red fabric is falling way under her hands revealing skin pearlescent in the light. ”
Welcome to the first instalment of The House of Endless Night, a multi-roomed mansion of bisexual lusts where anything is possible and everyone comes out changed.