The Holly

hostel of horror

De: Annie Anston

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Duración: 2 h y 8 m

Resumen del Editor

When a woman's daughter is kidnapped, she allows herself to be manipulated in order to protect her. She later evolves from a state of submission into one of corruption. The mom, daughter and uncle all subsequently prove themselves to be deviants when they acquire and refurbish a haunted hostel of horror and name it The Holly. This is a tale of abduction, ghosts, murder and sex, along with a crooked sheriff, and is intended for the mature reader. - - - Excerpts: I longed to return to that sense of empowerment, and confided my thoughts with my brother Jude. “Lacey goes off to college soon, and now you have money,” he said. “Follow your dreams, life is too short to live it for other people. What about the proceeds you got from John's life insurance?” “Once I was cleared of involvement in his murder, they paid me. It was a two-hundred fifty thousand dollar policy with double indemnity, so I got a half-million, Jude.” “Instead of seeking out victims, sis, have them come to you.” “What do you mean?” “Use that money to buy a B & B. If some of your guests are of interest to you, keep them.” - - - We drugged their food so that they would be sleeping soundly. Shortly after midnight, we slipped into their room and relocated them and their belongings into their new digs, two of the basement detention cells. Because they were hikers, there was conveniently no car to dispose of. The forbidden threshold had been crossed. We were now outright criminals. Newlyweds Jenny and Johnny were now our property. There was no turning back. - - - By the time Lacey returned for Thanksgiving, we had installed the video smoke alarms in all of the bedrooms. It proved more entertaining than we had imagined, especially with the room-sharing arrangements some preferred. When people are away to relax, they focus more on sex. Good for them, good for us. The three of us sat together watching every night. - - - “Abby, did you ever see the ghosts?” “I was with you that night, but I saw weird things earlier, strange distortions when I looked at things. I thought it was the drugs you used on me. Did you ever check your cameras? I know you have them.” We had never thought of it. The girls ran to find me. “Mom, we've got to see the basement video from that night!” There it was. It actually showed up. Paranormal activity caught on film, not that we could ever share it with the media. It showed our prisoners, too. “Maybe we should try an exorcism or a séance.” - - - Annie writes tales for the sexually liberated about those who abuse positions of authority, subjecting subordinates to humiliation, embarrassment, and degradation. Some are about abductions with elements of domination and submission.