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Deadman’s Tome Advertising and Marketing GoFundMe

Why is Deadman’s Tome asking for money:
Deadman’s Tome is raising money for advertising and marketing so that we can extend the outreach of the content, and share the work of both talented newcomers as well as award-winning writers to a greater audience. The writers earn based on the number of views, likes, and comments, and because of that every dollar spent towards advertising, marketing, and promotion supports them tremendously.
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How is the money going to be used:
Deadman’s Tome will use the money to cover advertising, marketing, and promotional expenses. Because of your help and your generous support, Deadman’s Tome will reach out to horror fans and readers through various horror sites, blogs, podcasts, and more. A portion of funds would pay the authors. While another portion would help in promoting writing contests and various means to promote engagement.

Why this matters:
By supporting Deadman’s Tome, you support independent horror writers, and allow for the growing horror magazine to do more. I started Deadman’s Tome with a dream of creating a place where stories are shared, where discussion is encouraged, and where writers can receive direct feedback from the readers.

Donate what you can, but if you can’t then help by spreading the message and getting the word out! Supporters can get some pretty cool gifts such as free anthologies, mugs, shirts, and LIMITED EDITION print copy of Book of Horrors I and II!

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Enjoy a Good Scare? Read Book of Horrors!

 

Book of Horrors, available on Amazon Kindle, consists of ten solid terrifying horror stories and is absolutely perfect for those that enjoy a good scare.

 

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Horror newbies and avid horror fans should take caution, though. Book of Horrors features chilling tales of cold-blooded murder, demonic possessions, zombie apocalypse, invasive body parasites, and much more. Each story tells a self-contained narrative with its own unique theme and influences.

Whether your taste for horror is H. P. Lovecraft, Stephen King, or Tales from the Crypt, Book of Horrors is an essential horror anthology that’ll leave you haunted.

There are two ways for horror fiends to get their hands on Book of Horrors. Book of Horrors can be purchased from Amazon for $2.99 and read on Kindle, e-reader, or even modern phones.

Or, horror readers can have access to Book of Horrors, along with other horror anthologies, by pledging a dollar ($1) on Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/deadmanstome

 

 

 

 

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Book of Horrors II “Triggers” Readers

Book of Horrors II Might be Racist is what some fragile, uber-sensitive snowflakes might say after reading The Valley of Sex by Joseph Rubas – a Lovecraftian horror tale that does more than embrace the archaic and labored prose, the story embraces the prejudice and racism H.P. Lovecraft is infamous for.

The Valley of Sex follows a crew of investigators as they explore a strange underworld and attempt to understand the primitive savage natives, but they were not expecting to encounter an active sex crazed tribe.

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Many Died After Reading Ancient Tome

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This accursed ancient tome contains tales of sinister mutations, carnal perversions, harrowing afflictions, insatiable blood lust, and absolute terror. When unearthed from the ruins of the ancient city of R’lyeh, a bizarre and sinister fate fell upon the excavators. The laborers reported excruciating migraines, bleeding from various orifices, and suffered from demonic hallucinations. The foremen reported visions of hell on Earth and spoke of direct contact with demonic entities. Investigators tried to make contact with those afflicted to verify the claims, but with each attempt came a horrible fate. One poor soul went as far as to put a bullet in his head the moment a journalist began an interview. The journalist, after relaying the chilling episode, stabbed his own eyes out with his fingers. Another laborer was contacted for an interview, but halfway through he ate his own tongue. Afflicted with madness, the man bashed the reporter’s skull in with the digital recorder before authorities could respond.

 

The original source of the Book of Horrors is sealed in a secured area, locked behind layers of cold steel. Initially, researchers attempted to study the strange abhorrent artifact by direct contact. However, that quickly changed after not one, not two, but three tragic deaths. In order to minimize anymore costly deaths, the department mandated that further study be done remotely from a digital copy that the last direct researcher was able to generate before he bashed his head against the wall until he died.

 

Of course, by making a digital copy, the material, whether or not classified, became subject to hacking. A hacking that was rendered easy through sloppy handling of confidential emails. I present to you a portion of the digital copy of the original Book of Horrors. Readers beware, for the passages contained within this electronic copy may not be without a certain, dreadful, and otherwise avoidable curse. It is not yet known whether the stories in the digital copy of this tome carry the same curse that lead to so many preventable deaths. You have been warned.

 

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Scary Stories and Demented Tales for Any True Horror Fan

Deadman’s Tome delivers scary stories, demented tales, and morbid horror that any true horror fan would enjoy. The six anthologies, one half contains back catalog of tales no longer available on the site, and the other half contains a live and thrilling dose of unadulterated horror, can ALL be read for just $5. That’s right. Five dollars towards Deadman’s Tome via Patreon gets you access to the whole library, which includes any future anthology.

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Deadman’s Tome Book of Horrors II

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This accursed ancient tome contains tales of sinister mutations, carnal perversions, harrowing afflictions, insatiable blood lust, and absolute terror. When unearthed from the ruins of the ancient city of R’lyeh, a bizarre and sinister fate fell upon the excavators. The laborers reported excruciating migraines, bleeding from various orifices, and suffered from demonic hallucinations. The foremen reported visions of hell on Earth and spoke of direct contact with demonic entities. Investigators tried to make contact with those afflicted to verify the claims, but with each attempt came a horrible fate. One poor soul went as far as to put a bullet in his head the moment a journalist began an interview. The journalist, after relaying the chilling episode, stabbed his own eyes out with his fingers. Another laborer was contacted for an interview, but halfway through he ate his own tongue. Afflicted with madness, the man bashed the reporter’s skull in with the digital recorder before authorities could respond.

HORRGASM

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Featuring eight titillating tales, this anthology delivers a chilling blend of provocative horror. THE WOMAN IN RED opens with a lusting and blood thirsty couple hell bent to outshine Jack the Ripper. Take a bizarre road trip delivering body parts with a hot blonde with a twisted past in HEAD TRIP. DOSE goes through hookers and drugs faster than Charlie Sheen, explores the S&M scene, while delivering a haunting climax. SEX TOY plays with an odd, foreign and blasphemous sex curio that takes a couple’s love life to a whole new level. TOUCH ME, I’M SICK warns of a grave consequence no lustful adulterer would ever want to pay. THE VAMPIRE NYMPH wraps up the anthology with sizzling vampire sex served with a cold dish of irony. The anthology concludes with TURBO SLUT: EAT MORE PUSSY and EAT SHIT AND DIE – two ultra-violent, hyper-sexualized, and brutally offensive and unapologetic cyberpunk episodes of SexBots gone psycho!

Warning to the perverts (don’t feel ashamed), while the stories featured have adult themes and erotic moments, they’re not erotica. The stories will help you achieve HORRGASM, though!

Deadman’s Tome Book of Horrors I

 

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Lost, but not forgotten. Discarded, but not abandoned. Rumor has it that somewhere deep in the dark abyss lies an ancient relic of wicked men, a product of madness. A tome of horrors so unimaginable, so unfathomable that a few lines was all it took for people to go mad. There are documented accounts of this book shattering families, tearing through the strongest of examples of love, causing mothers and fathers to devour their young. Somewhere, lost in the ocean of misinformation, exist reports of small towns cursed with mass hysteria, mass murderous delusions, consumed by either fire, cannibalistic orgies, or both. Every time, this ancient tome, the very book you are reading, was found beneath the rubble. Of course, this is only a copy, and only a fragment of the original tome. Any curse or dark spirit that haunted the original shouldn’t possess a mere replica. You should be safe, but if you begin to see shadows in the dark, smell burning from the walls, and hear voices outside your windows, then do not continue. You have been warned

Featuring:

Melissa’s Hobby by Seán Glasheen|The Memory Chamber by S.J.Budd| MORE PLASTIC WRAP by Florence Ann Marlowe| The Corruption in the Deep by Alessandro Martinez| Scuttle Bug by Matthew Johnson| Black Beauty: A Tale of Morbid Love by Mark Armstrong| The Accident on Mitchell Street by Jacob M Lambert| Shut In by Jill HandKingdom of the Living Dead by Joseph Rubas| The Babel Frequency by David Wright

Deadman’s Tome Best of the Demonic

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The Best of the Demonic compiles an assortment of editor picks as a way to celebrate our two years of publication. Loaded with ten gruesome, horrific tales that will pull you to the edge of your seat, this greatest hits anthology will deliver back-to-back a complimentary sample of what Deadman’s Tome is all about. Fans of our thriving ezine, you already know that this purchase will be totally worth it. Those passing by, you don’t need to hold on to your doubt. As a growing monthly electronic magazine, the quality of our releases has increased phenomenally, and this anthology is a sort of snapshot of what we become.
If you crave horror, if you enjoy a good chill running down your spine, then look no further. Deadman’s Tome delivers.

Featuring:

Kristine Muslim (Author), Dawn Allison (Author), A.D. Dawson (Author), Brandon Hooks (Author), Dru Watkins (Author), April Loche (Author), Saul Lemereond (Author), D.D. Bell (Author), Mercedes M. Yardley(Author), Jesse Dedman (Editor)

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Celebrating three years of publication is nice, but without friends and associates to share the moment with, the party would grow very boring, very fast. To that end, we reached out to everyone that has ever helped us in the past for their personal favorite picks and reasons why they enjoy this online magazine of the macabre.

Featuring fifteen tales designed to instill fear: Plain Old Wrong by K.S. Riggin, Solitary Man by M. R. Nelson, Inky Beast by M.J. Nichols, Armstice Day by D.D. Bell, and a lot more.

Featuring:

Deb Eskie (Author), J.W. Schnarr (Author), M.J. Nichols (Author), Brian Rowe (Author), Philip Roberts (Author), Jesse Dedman (Editor)

Deadman’s Tome Best of the Demonic (POETRY EDITION)

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The Best of the Demonic: Poetry Edition is tailored with the same respectful touch we used with its counterpart. We gathered all of the poems out from the depths of our archives and scanned each and every one of them for a handpicked chosen. The fruits of our labor means for your guaranteed enjoyment. Every poem included in this anthology has earned its spot, and that means for a collection of quality poetry for your eyes to feast upon.

Reader beware, however, that even through the simple lines of poetry can madness be instilled.

$5 Patrons have FREE access to ALL of the anthologies. Become a patron today. 

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It’s the month of Halloween, and the second installment of the Book of Horror series has finally arrived. This anticipated horror anthology features ten terrifying tales of absolute horror. Blackmouth by Alessandro Martinez opens with a gruesome short of body deformation with H.P. Lovecraft undertones, while The Valley of Sex by Joseph Rubas delves even deeper into the lovecraftian influence. The Woman in Red by B Thomas explores the dark mystery of Jack the Ripper, while The Adler Street Boarding House by Kelly Evans offers a unique perspective on the infamous lady killer.

Book of Horrors II is available on Amazon and can be read on Amazon Kindle or any device that supports the Kindle Reader app. For those interested in a print copy, Book of Horrors II will be the first Deadman’s Tome anthology available in print later this year. The digital copy is cheaper and delivers a dose of horror at the click of a button.

Want a free copy? Well, tweet me (@MrDeadmanDT) with #BookofHorrors and you might win a free copy of the Book of Horrors II

Book of Horrors II Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LEDODIQ

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Book of Horrors II

 

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Fans of horror, of good scary horror, will be excited to hear that another dose of unrelenting terror is heading their way!

Deadman’s Tome Book of Horrors II contains ten scary stories, horrifying tales, demented prose of fading sanity, and is set to release October 1st! The anthology includes the following authors:

Blackmouth by S. Alessandro Martinez

 The Valley of Sex by Joseph Rubas

DOSE by Marc Shapiro

The Chasm Bridged by Carson Winter

An Identity For Sam Piles by Spinster Eskie

 Patty Cake, Patty Cake by Ken Goldman

 The Gates by Lisa De Young

 Killer Instinct by Gabrielle Esposito

 The Woman in Red by B Thomas

The Adler Street Boarding House by Kelly Evans

Pre-order your copy and the gruesome anthology will be delivered to your kindle, phone, or compatible device instantly!

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Deadman’s Tome Book of Horrors II

First off, if you haven’t purchased Deadman’s Tome Book of Horror I yet, then how can you call yourself a horror fan? Don’t be a wishy-washy, no good, fair-weather fan. Do yourself a favor and spend the the $2 on Deadman’s Tome Book of Horrors I. It’s a great read and with as many followers as Deadman’s Tome has, it should have sold by the hundreds.

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The anthology is the price of a Coke, but Deadman’s Tome Book of Horrors lasts forever, whereas a Coke is just pissed away.

On October 1st, Deadman’s Tome Book of Horrors II will release with ten solid, terrifying scary tales of absolute horror! They say don’t judge a book by its cover, but I say to Hell with that! Please, judge away.

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FREE HORRGASM WEEKEND!

 

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Enjoy a HORRGASM on the house this weekend! Please return the gratitude with reviews!

Featuring eight titillating tales, this anthology delivers a chilling blend of provocative horror. THE WOMAN IN RED opens with a lusting and blood thirsty couple hell bent to outshine Jack the Ripper. Take a bizarre road trip delivering body parts with a hot blonde with a twisted past in HEAD TRIP. DOSE goes through hookers and drugs faster than Charlie Sheen, explores the S&M scene, while delivering a haunting climax. SEX TOY plays with an odd, foreign and blasphemous sex curio that takes a couple’s love life to a whole new level. TOUCH ME, I’M SICK warns of a grave consequence no lustful adulterer would ever want to pay. THE VAMPIRE NYMPH wraps up the anthology with sizzling vampire sex served with a cold dish of irony. The anthology concludes with TURBO SLUT: EAT MORE PUSSY and EAT SHIT AND DIE – two ultra-violent, hyper-sexualized, and brutally offensive and unapologetic cyberpunk episodes of SexBots gone psycho!

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Turbo Slut: Eat More Pussy – Mr. Deadman

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“You’re such a freak.” His words dripped with anticipation. Spread eagle on a cheap hotel bed and down to a wife beater and boxers, the man observed as she walked over to the other side of the bed. The metal rim of the handcuff dug into his wrist, he shook his hand as if it would help. “Most girls charge extra for this treatment.”

 

“Well, I’m not like most girls,” she said, as she cuffed his other arm. “I thought you said you don’t normally do this sort of thing.” Her eyebrow raised, blue eyes pierced through him. She snapped the handcuff to the headboard.

 

“I..uh, I mean, I uh.” He squirmed like a worm on scorching pavement.

 

“Don’t worry,” She said as she shushed him. “Lotus will be taking care of you tonight.” She shot him a kiss. A Japanese sexdoll with milky skin, long dark hair that fell on her bountiful mounds, and a plump ass with thick thighs. Her pornstar bust contained by a black bra, and a sweet and sour spot behind a thin layer of silk. She stood beside the bed like a perfect goddess. A goddess corrupted by the vile hand of the night life.

 

“That’s good and all, but I think these things might be a bit tight.” He tugged on the restraints, and the anticipation on his face faded. His cock, however, did not seem all too concerned. A fat stump of Italian sausage formed a tent in his boxers. “You could loosen these up, right?”

 

“Oh, but what fun would that be.” Lotus removed her bra. Her pale busty ladies freed from the patriarchal restraints. She glanced at him while she pinched an erect pink nipple. “Lotus wants to have fun, don’t you?”

 

“Oh, course baby.” The man’s eye fixated on her bust. “Now, why don’t you bring those milk bags over here.”

 

“Milk bags?” A driblet of white leaked out from her nipple. “Oh look, I’m still lactating. You wanna taste?” Lotus climbed on to the bed and he begged her to get closer as she approached. She straddled him. Her plump and cushioned ass pressed on his erect member like stack of weights, as she leaned forward. “Damn, baby. You’re crushing my balls.”

 

He bucked, and she slapped him. “Not yet. Lotus wants to have fun.”

 

“Hey, baby doll, why don’t we just get to fucking,” he stated.

 

She closed in on his face and a cascade of dark hair enclosed around him. “Because Lotus wants to give you the best fuck of your life.”

 

“That’s great, baby. Believe me that no one likes a good fuck more than Johnny, but…”

 

Teeth nibbled on his earlobe. Warm breath poured heavily out from wet lips. “But nothing. Lotus is going to give you the best fuck of your life and you’re going to enjoy it.”

 

“Fuck,” he gulped. “Hey baby, I only got a fifty on me.”

 

Big mounds glazed with the slightest hint of sweat. Pink nipples aroused and ready. She teased him with a taste. A bead of milk splashed on his bearded chin. “Consider this on the house.” Lotus lowered her milk sacks. A mouth cupped her breasts. A tongue circled her nipple. The man sucked as if trying quenching an insatiable thirst. “That’s right,” said Lotus. “Drink every last drop.”

 

The man bucked, again. Lotus responded by pressing her breast into his face as he continued to drink, but the man bucked, yet again. Lotus pulled away from the man and gave his face a red palmprint. “Not yet,” she ordered.

 

“But, baby, c’mon,” he begged. “I want that sweet Chinese pussy.”

 

“First of all, I’m Japanese,” She retorted. She sat on his chest and unveiled an freshly shaven, tight, pink clam. “Second, if you want to fuck it, you first got to lick it.”

 

“Baby, bring it on.” His mouth gaping wide open, tongue punching the air.

 

Lotus sat on his face, spread her pussy, and moaned just slightly as his tongue slithered around. “You make Lotus happy, Lotus make you happy.” Her clit tickled. Her pink flesh aroused. Her pussy widened and a gaseous burst funnelled into his mouth. He squirmed. Handcuffs knocked against the headboard as he desperately tried to reach her. He rocked his head and kicked wildly. Lotus squeezed her thighs, and drilled even harder into his face. A stream of acidic gases flowed through her, green vapors seeped out from her tight grip.

 

His reddened face, flush with blood, boiled. Bulges of flesh expanded like inflated balloons only to pop with a gory rupture. Blood and pus sprayed from his body as he contorted and convulsed under her. Lotus tightened her grasp as much as she could, and a let another acidic stream rip right through her. The hairs along his melting flesh burned, and released an odor of rotten eggs that permeated the air.

 

Lotus  rode his face until the last convulsion. “Hope that was the best fuck of your life,” she whispered to him. “You actually made me moan for moment.” She stood over his scorched and melted remains. Johnny’s face looked like a five layer dip poured over a skull. “And for that, I’m gonna give you a parting gift.” A brown log of shit squeezed out from Lotus’s sphincter and splashed in a thick globs on Johnny boy’s face. Not a savage, Lotus wiped her ass on his boxers, using his still erect dick as a shit stick of sorts.

 

Lotus climbed out of bed, and put her breasts back into captivity. She slid her arms into a denim jacket that remained unbuttoned, and pulled up a pair of skintight jeans. Lotus searched Johnny’s slacks and found a rough leather wallet. A few hundred dollars, some crumbled receipts, a condom, and a picture of an Asian girl smiling. She pocketed the cash in a small purse, and paused to examine the photo.

 

“You won’t be fucking anymore. Will you, Johnny boy?” she said, as she placed the photo in her bra. She went for the door and paused. “You’re less than shit you fucking kid fucker.” She shook her head, took a deep breath, and somehow managed to maintain her shaking fingers. He’s dead and though the wrongs he committed could never be reversed, she could find peace knowing that the bastard couldn’t harm another. She searched her thoughts, closed her eyes, and found comfort in that she killed him.

 

She walked out into the hallway, closed the door behind her. A stale emptiness intertwined with desperation clung on to the weathered walls of the narrow corridor. Doors lined in rows like prison cells. Auras of light feather from the hanging light fixtures and offered a pathetic fight against the overpowering darkness.

 

She pressed the flesh just behind her ear. “I got em, Momma,” she whispered.

 

“Did everything go well? You seem a bit shakened,” said Momma, her synthesized tones formed a harmonic, calming chorus.

 

“No. I’m fine. Just the motherfucker knew how to use his tongue.” Lotus pressed on her left breast, and a tiny compartment opened at the top.

 

“Why did you give him the chance? Did you use the Cytotoxic Milk?” Spoken like an overbearing mother.

 

Electronic circuitry encased a small vial with milky streaks. She pulled out the vial and tossed it. “I forgot. But I had backup.” She lodged a finger into her bellybutton and pulled out a small vial with a faint green glow. “It’ll be the last pussy he’ll ever eat.” She slid the vial back into her bellybutton until she heard a distinct click.

 

“You girls need to be more careful,” said Momma.

 

“Hey baby.” Words reeked of beer flung at her by a passerby dressed in clothes at least a week old. “You could feed the homeless with those titties.”

 

“Hold on a moment, Momma,” said Lotus. She forced a smile at the drunk and motioned for him to get closer. “Today’s your lucky day.”

 

“A momma’s girl, huh.” He grinned with yellow teeth.

 

“Yeah, something like that. Momma always said to feed those in need.” Honeyed words poured out from her lips. She pulled on his stained shirt and endeared a waft of dried sweat and garbage.

 

“Your mom is a wise woman,” he said, mesmerized by Lotus’s cleavage.

 

“Come here, let Lotus make it better for you.” She buried his head into her pale fleshy chasm. He pulled back for breath. She pressed harder. The long red nails of her other hand pierced into the side of his neck. The tips of her fingers latched onto his flesh and created a crude seal. Blood flowed through him, drained like a vacuum through grated fingertips. Lotus smiled as he struggled to escape from her grasp. Her smile grew wide while his face grew pale.

 

His head exploded like a rotten pumpkin loaded with blood bags hit with a baseball bat. Her nails sliced through his neck as he collapsed to his own weight. “What the fuck!” She thought. A man dressed in black on black stood in the shadows with a smoking gun. Cliche as fuck. He stepped into the light, revealing himself as a Hispanic man with such stereotypical features he looked like he came off the Tapatio hot sauce bottle.

 

“El Turbo Slut,” he said, with a sly smile. “I’ve finally found you. El Jefe del Culo wants to talk.”

 

“Tell El Jefe he can reach me at 1-800-eat-shit,” said Lotus. She kicked the bleeding heap of bum. The body flew towards El Jefe’s puta, and Lotus seized the opportunity. She ran towards Mr. Tapatio’s blindside, and went to deliver a face destroying kick. A bullet slammed into her, somewhere, shaking her off from the attack. She collapsed and felt a burning on her right upper arm. The sleeve of her denim jacket ruined. Her flesh punctured, but the metal beneath was unharmed.

 

“It’s not going to be that easy,” said the cliche Mexican. He approached the downed Lotus and placed her under the barrel of his forty-five. “You’ve been costing us a lot of money when you could be making us a lot of money.”

 

“What are you going on about?” Lotus groaned as the flesh on her arm reformed.

 

“You’re our property, and El Jefe del Culo wants you back.” He spoke behind the protection of raised iron sights.

 

“Bullshit.” Lotus rose from the dirty carpet.

 

Mr. Tapatio fired. A slug slammed into her chest, chipping away a handful of flesh. “Read it for yourself.”

 

Lotus regained her composure, and glanced down at the exposed titanium alloy.Product of Tokyo, Japan – property of Chivo Cortez AKA El Jefe del Culo.

 

“You must be stupider than you look,” said Lotus, as she peeled off the hanging bits of flesh from the wound. “You seriously think I give a single fuck what this reads?” Lotus stepped towards him.

 

“Stay back,” he said, steadying his aim.

 

“You don’t want to play with Lotus?” She pulled her left breast out from her bra and rubbed her erect nipple. “Please play with Lotus.”

 

“I know what you do,” he retorted.

 

“Please play with me, papi.” Her hips swayed with each step as she advanced.

 

Mr. Tapatio fired a barrage of rounds. Stray bullets whirled by. A slug chipped her shoulder. “Ai Papi.”

 

“Get away from me you evil puta.” A bullet punctured her right breast like a blood balloon, and a yellowish vapor seeped out from a metallic opening.

 

“Ai Papi,” she said, with “fuck-me” eyes.

 

Mr. Tapatio backed into a corner, while she approached as if unphased. With shaking hands, he pulled the trigger only to hear a click.

 

“Don’t tell me you blew your load already?” She stood over him. Blood dripped from the damaged flesh. Exposed metal shined in the faint light radiating from a flickering florescent bulb. “I don’t have five minutes to wait while you reload.”

 

“Get away from me you freak!” His voice demanded that she leave, while the bulge in his pants asked for her to stay.

 

“Are you lactose intolerant?” She played with her nipple, rubbing her blood splattered breast.

 

“Those are lovely.” His eyes darted from hers to her voluptuous breast. “Perhaps I could have one lick before I go, por favor.”

 

“Whatever you say, Papi.” She squeezed her nipple and milked her boob. A stream of yellow liquid splashed in burning waves on his face. His hands clawed at his throat while he gasped and convulsed.

 

“Lotus,” the motherly voice bounced through her skull. “What happened?”

 

“Don’t worry, mother. It was nothing I couldn’t handle,” she said, while she pressed her fingertips against his exposed flesh.

 

“You turned off the comm and then your vitals drop, why shouldn’t I worry.”

 

“He shot my boob,” said Lotus, as she remembered to cover her other one. “But he’s dead now. The pervert couldn’t resist even a one boobed Lotus.”

 

“How’s it healing?”

 

A mess of bloody punctured flesh hung loose from a damaged bra. “It’s coming along. The blood I’m taking should help finish the job.”

 

“I’ll need you to head back so I can run more tests.”

 

Lotus found a cell phone. The dim glow of the screen illuminated before her like a gift. “No can do,” she said, amazed that the cliche Mexican didn’t bother locking his phone. “El Jefe del Culo is trying reclaim his property.”

 

“Not likely,” said Momma.

 

“Not likely? I’m staring at one of his thugs. Dead, of course.” She flipped through the screens on the device and located a thread of prior messages rich with details. “This fucker tried to send a message and I think the professional thing to do is to reply.”

 

“El Jefe is not a threat. Let him suffer the loss of one of his goons.”

 

“I’m reading communications that say otherwise. Look, I’ll send it to you.” Lotus placed her palm over the screen and closed her eyes. An explosion of noise rushed through her.

 

“Is this legit?”

 

“Pulled it from the fucker’s phone.” Lotus swiped through various tabs until she found a gallery of stills. She found her face smiling back at her among other faces. Most were known associates, familiar faces of the nightlife, but there was one that held her attention. A latina female with blonde highlights smiling back at her.

 

“Lotus,” Momma alarmed. “They’ve put a hit out on Loca.”

 

“I’m on my way,” said Lotus. She took the Mexican’s phone along with his wallet and went for the nearest exit.

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