Section 7

Reginald McNamara sat at his desk and pondered. Not so much the certainty of his position or the fictional balance he had created in his life, but the mysteries that lay just beyond his periphery. Even as a child growing up in the squalor of Koreatown, a single...

Section 6

“I cannot explain it, Master,” the viselike grip on the dominus’ balls sent a nauseating pain into the man’s lower intestines. “It is beguiling.” “It is incompetent,” another squeeze, “it is repugnant,” still another, “but it is hardly beguiling.” “The magus searched...

Section 5

Roger forgot about the coffee and made his way, however reluctantly, to the boss’ office. After plopping heavily in the leather chair, he massaged his temples and waited to see how this little vignette would play out. Frank Danforth had always been the...

Section 4

Digger Brown sat legs splayed an uncomfortable chair in the hallway and takin care of business just to the right of the private hospital room occupied by Cassandra Diamond. He dug into the Cheeto bag with his fingers as a can of Coke crouched between his meaty thighs,...

Section 3

The sunlight filtered through the columns of glass that adorned the lobby; the angle of the rays upon the floor let Roger know that he was just in time, or not, depending on where his boss happened to be when he arrived at his cubicle. He crammed himself into one of...