A novelist with writer's block books a getaway to a remote location, hoping to ignite the creative process. He meets a mysterious fan with a dark persona and secrets hidden in her basement. Is Jack Fleming's next novel worth enduring her dungeon of depravity?
What do you call four girls lined up on a platform getting their asses fucked while another two kneel and take care of the cocksucking, ball-licking and asshole-tonguing chores and two more with big boobs get their butts spanked with rubber paddle fins? Well you certainly don't call it a plot. Katie calls it a stroke story (as she makes that universal motion for jacking off with her thumb and fingers in the shape of an O) and suggests you male readers have some tissue nearby to catch your wads.
WARNING-this is a story of forced sex, you know violent rape. It involves a young girl. It contains graphic depictions of the rape of a young prostitute. This also contains murder-SNUFF if you like. If this story is likely to offend you, it is best if you refrain from reading it. If you are reading it to post what a terrible person I am for writing this trash-well then maybe it is good therapy for you, read on, McDuff, read on. I am very aware this is offensive! ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.
The HBO series already diverged from the book's version of events to be a different story. This story tells how I believe the ending should have gone. It borrows/influenced by the amazing work "Ser Davos Saves the Day" however it is an entirely different story. Everything that happened through S7 and before in the HBO series is canon.