Inspired by the Tony Joe White song: Groupie Girl — I opened my hotel door to find Dick standing there, grasping Susie by her wrist. He strolled right in and pushed her down onto the sofa. “George. I’m done. Take her. It’s about time you got your cut. She’s off…

Eyes as dark as the devils and his smile as wicked too — CW: Great Loss… It was nearly my time. Relatives came. Hovered. Sat with a hanky to their face, feigning tears, when really they were protecting their sense of smell and mortality. The odour of the dying is never sweet, but always recognisable. I faded in and out of consciousness, while…

I got so drunk and let some bugger chat me up. I could only see red before my eyes — crazy red… — Redemption Magazine is full of transgressive fiction. This story is no different, it is lewd and violent in places. You have been warned. My husband, Digger Smith, has always said women go crazy at times because of their hormones, and I was no exception. I knew it was true. A…

I know what that young lady’s like. I’ve eyes in my head. A regular Lolita… — “Can you develop a film from an old disposable camera?” I produce one from my bag and hand it over to the guy behind the counter. “Haven’t seen one in a while. Can’t promise, but I’ll give it a go. When did you take the photos?” He inquired. “Eleven years…

I began to worry… Was I too inexperienced? What would Steve expect from me? — “Right then. May can decide. Whose it to be?” Carl asked. I looked at the two lads. Both hoping to walk me home from the youth club disco and wondered how on earth this was happening? It seemed only a few months ago I’d been all skinny limbs and no…

But — for me — waiting is excruciatingly painful. — My eyes drift out of focus. I grip the handle of the bathroom door but don’t go in. Too scared at what I might see. Knock knock… “All OK in there.” My voice trembles. I can hear Louise giggling, gurgling. You know the sound babies make? “Yeah, come in, we’re…

For about the last ten years I’ve dreamed about this woman. Her name is Karen. — Looking Back Nothing much ever happens to Jane. Each day she gets up at seven. Showers. Has a bowl of cornflakes for breakfast and leaves her one-bedroom flat by 8.15am. The bus stops at the end of her road and takes approximately…

We tore down the hall and out the door. Cold air hit my lungs and I wondered where the hell we were going… — I couldn’t have been asleep long when mum shook me awake. There was terror in her voice as she whispered, “Quickly Leanne. Dad’s drunk, and I’m scared what he’ll do. I have a bag packed for us both. Put on your shoes, here’s your coat.” I felt wide awake instantly…

When you got to have that flesh… — I can’t remember how young I was when I first yearned for the taste of raw flesh. Of course, like all babies, I started off on milk. Then different types of cooked meat as I got older, with some other bits thrown in for variety. Vegetables, rice, biscuits. But when…

“Lightning that comes from the east, and flashes to the west, will signify the second coming”. Bert the butcher spoke with authority… — I wrote this story in Feb 2020. Just before we became aware of isolation etc, in the UK. I looked around me, thinking such restrictions would/could never happen in our country and that the backdrop of this story would remain in the realm of science fiction… The day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night

Flirting with that dirty rosebud mouth of hers… — June 15th 1990. Tess, my love If you are reading this, I have either been imprisoned or am dead. Either way, I love you more than you could ever realise. Which is why I have to tell you — I killed your sister. But, I did it for us. I…

Now I had everything I needed to rid my world of the scum living below me — I worked from home, so it was particularly annoying that my neighbours were good for nothing layabouts. Well he was. The poor woman chose the short straw, having to put up with him. What with his constant shouting and playing rap music around the clock. …

“Shoot him dead, or I’ll be digging a two-man grave,” Don hissed in my ear while pointing the tip of his own rifle at my left temple. I looked straight ahead at my best mate — Stuart — tied to the trunk of a tree, sweat stinging his eyes. I…

Recently, I have taken to bathing her. So, she’s a good, clean girl. Afterwards, I brush her long curly hair, and love how it cascades over her shoulders — If you want to catch up on the series, you can find it here… But each episode can be read as a stand alone. Synopses: Digger locked Gill in a homemade cage for cheating. She has been in there some time, making her needy and anxious. However, even after brutal…

Surprisingly, he didn’t move. He remained on the edge of the bed, naked, his penis recoiling somewhat, but he looked me straight in the eyes… — Life is full of angles, sharp edges and transient connections. I didn’t know my real mum. I was taken from her when I was three months old. She was a junkie and left me home alone. …

Detached from myself, afraid once he walked out of the room I’d cease to exist. — Digger put his wife Gill in a cage to tame her adulterous ways. First, she was mad and angry. Then, contemplated a little and tried to win the battle with words, but still she remained caged… You can read the first three parts here… Or dive right in. Time began…

I became resigned to the fate Digger had bestowed upon me. I felt helpless. — You can read the first two parts here… Or dive right in — Wife has been imprisoned by her husband in a cage. I awoke the following morning. Sat up. Looked around and computed I was still in the cage. Five days, now. My arse ached, and I remembered the…

Being captive was dreadful, but I still loved him. — Redemption Magazine is full of transgressive fiction. This story is no different, it is lewd and violent in places. You have been warned. Part one here. But all is explained as you go, so you can just dive right in… Perhaps it was the shock of finding out my husband…

I ain’t no princess — This short is a stand-alone story, but also a spin-off to a series I am writing on Redemption Magazine about a woman in a cage. Read the first episode here… Being in this cage has certainly got me thinking. …

There was an eerie, momentary silence. — My bedtime routine hasn’t changed since I stared into the face of death. Almost in a frenzy, I wrench a climax from my core — to remind myself I’m vital and alive. …