Dunno about the title, but never mind. A nasty story in three chapters voting off until the last one is up - probably tomorrow or monday, it is written I'm just editing.
This isn't like anything I've written lately, in fact I started it some time ago and then got the urge to finish it. Why, when even I can't find a redeeming factor in the story I shall have to put down to being depressed at present. Except that is a normal state for me, no don't bother to be sympathetic.