Kisses. Kisses and kisses and fingers and cherry vodka lollipops. All in this darkness: kisses. A modern crypt below ground, fifteen feet by fifteen feet, cushioned walls and slithers of silk against naked bodies. One small doorway, top corner, thirteen feet up; opened only by four pressure-points that must be met by twenty fingers and four hands in complete unison. Easy now.
No record of this modern crypt exists: this private cell, padded and blackened with darkness but light as day to their now-nocturnal eyes. No record, or records, because all were deleted from government computers. No visitors. No bills.
In this darkness, broken pieces of cherry vodka
[This message has been edited by baduizt (edited September 01, 2007).]
How many are in the padded crypt? How long have they been there? How do they get up 13 feet to apply the 20 pressure points simultaneously? Why would the government bother immuring them in this arcane manner - much easier to just shoot (are silver bullets implied) and bury. Unless you're doing it on a grand scale, in which case you come up with 'humane' and environmentally low impact methods like the Nazis did.
But as dark fantasy, I suppose the point is to titillate the reader into an ecstasy of sorts without reference to whether the behavior in the implied world is rational.
The records of the room have been deleted *from* Government computers, but it's never revealed by whom. There are two people in the chamber, which is revealed in the next paragraph, and they are described climbing up trees effortlessly, etc, so the implication is that they scuttle up the wall to push the pressure points.
If anyone would like to read the full m/s as it is, let me know. It might be easier to comment on the whole piece, as this opening is very stylised and thus there may not be much to easily comment on.
Cheers
Even reading it twice, I still couldn't understand "padded and blackened with darkness" - seemed strange to me.
Still, it is interesting and you have a nice hook.
I'll be happy to read this.
Cheers