Contributor: Craig Podmore - - After walking the isolated, rural country road I finally come across an idyllic cottage. I spray my perfume, all over my neck, my wrists and my exposed cleavage. I knock on the door. A male dwarf answers; he thoroughly scans my legs, all the way up, past my thighs to my breasts and then finally my face. Not a word is muttered as I enter the cottage. Inside there’s a fire and two naked women, both wearing amputated pigs’ snouts that crudely deform their pretty faces. The perfume stings my skin as the salt of my sweat reacts. The heat is immense. I have no recollection of getting here... “Welcome, welcome! My beautiful flower is here.” The director greets me with his absurd sentiment. “Do you have the key?” He asks. An overwhelming confusion envelops me. “A key? I’m sorry…I…” “Don’t worry, princess…” He...

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Author: Craig Podmore