I'm very excited for today's excerpt from Gail Bridges' erotic horror, Inn on the Edge! This was my favorite "tool" in the story. What is a tool, you ask? Well, read on to find out!
***The story so far: Angie and Josh have decided - or have they been manipulated - into staying at the Inn on the Edge. The place is fascinating, and the Guides and other guests are charming. Besides, Angie and Josh want to take a very special Lesson. We join them as their Lesson is about to begin.***
Vane put his hand on my shoulder. He motioned for Josh to put a hand on my other shoulder, which he did. “Now, just wait. Be still. It’ll happen. It can take a few seconds.”
“What will happen?” asked Josh. “I don’t see anything.”
But I did.
I gasped. Then I shrieked. I was going crazy! I must be crazy because Vane was getting fuzzy around the edges and—and—
Josh’s face! As I watched, within the span of two or three seconds, it went through a lightning-quick series of changes, a loosening almost, a fuzziness that got softer and softer until I couldn’t recognize him, until I could barely even see him.
I bit my knuckle, horrified and enthralled at the same time.
Vane leaned forward, giving me a view of the wall behind him. Through a saucer-sized hole in his shoulder. A growing saucer-sized hole. A hole whose edges were eating away at the rest of him. “Is it happening?” he asked, excited. “Angie! What’s going on? Tell us.”
“Yes!” I breathed, daring to lean forward. Invisa-Lover! So this was what it meant! “You and Josh—you’re disappearing! My god! You really are!” My thighs trembled. My head spun. “I can see through you! You’re almost gone! Holy shit! You scared the crap out of me. How is this possible?”
“I have no idea, but isn’t it fun?” laughed Vane. “Are we invisible now?”
I took a ragged breath, glad for their steady hands on my shoulders. “Yes. Yes! You’re…gone. Both of you!”
“What? Can’t you see me?” asked Josh, aghast.
“No! I can’t see you at all.” I stared at where I knew he was, even though I couldn’t see him. Where Josh had been just a second ago was only a shimmering outline of his form. He was gone. I saw the roll-top desk. I saw the picture hanging on the wall. I saw the bed. But I couldn’t see him except for where his weight pressed downward into the bed. His hand was still on my shoulder, so I knew he was there. I reached out a tentative hand and touched his chest with my fingertips. So odd, feeling something I couldn’t see! I traced the contour of his ribs with my index finger, shuddering. “Josh, You’re invisible! I can’t see you at all! I can’t!”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
I shook my head, feeling half-panicked and half…I don’t know! I don’t know! What does a person feel when her husband has just freaking disappeared, when she knows she’s about to have erotically enhanced sex with one, maybe two, invisible men?
Gail Bridges Bio:
I have three grown children. I live in Seattle, Washington with my husband and our five cats.
In the past I have worked in a variety of different artistic media. I have a BFA in painting from the University of Washington, and for over fifteen years I made award-winning Fine Art Jewelry (silver and handmade ceramics) and sold my work at local and regional Fine Art and Craft shows. My business, Vivid Arts, flourished – but always, I felt driven to write. Two years ago, no longer able to deny the writing muse, I took an open-ended sabbatical from my art shows. Since then, I’ve written two novels and a number of published and unpublished short stories.