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Dirty, with cognac
Another fruitless night at Bogart’s. stinking of cheap whiskey,
I walked three blocks back to my studio. my artistic career had
declined rapidly since my ‘Blue Nude’ period. my muse, apparently,
had found another lover, & I was nearly destitute.
In the chilling fog, I stumbled over a small parcel, a sealed manila
envelope. it bore no name, nor any clue to the owner’s identity. I
took it, to examine the contents later. at home, I undressed,
showered quickly, & threw on loose athletic shorts. I then opened
the envelope, to make a shocking discovery:
photos of a nude woman, bound with coarse rope, shibari style, in
various prurient poses. the most immediate feature of these images
was her starkly horrified face, which certainly must have been
sincere; no model or actor could fake such undisputed fear. this was
not the work of some tawdry porno magazine.
I had never seen such graphic debauchery. in one photo, her calves
were tied securely to her thighs. a crystal object, possibly a dildo,
had been shoved into her spread cunt. in another, she was face down
on the floor, arms secured by several corded coils behind her, ass
well raised. a large black dog had his snout at her buttocks as if
sniffing, implying a painful impaling by the monstrous beast. and so
on, in this chronography of merciless decadence, & always, demented
fear in those captive eyes.
as I examined those visions of terror, I had a desperate epiphany: I
would conscript this pitiful detenu as my muse, paint her in all of her
extravagant poses. yes, ‘Bondage Glamour.’ my plan seemed foolproof.
the owner of these prints could not accuse me of artistic plagiarism
without implicating himself. in my exuberance, I took my unopened
decanter of cognac, a gift from my ‘Blue Nude’ days, broke the seal, &
poured.
I worked for weeks without rest, being very aware of the terror that must
appear in my lady’s eyes: such was the heart of my eluctation. my cognac
sustained me, along with some fruits & olive-oiled round bread. upon
completion, I had them delivered to my gallery of contract. and destroyed
the photos.
my exhibit’s premier night was successful beyond imagining. the gallery had
sent out teasers to devout clients, & art worshippers & curious stragglers
filled the hall. collectors were so enamored, they were outbidding each other
for my morbid oeuvre. surely I would be crowned emperor of the art world.
on the second night, a detective & several uniformed police approached me.
a female corpse had been recovered from a dumpster. the dead woman bore
a striking resemblance to my bound muse, & I was ‘invited’ to the station
house for consultation. thus, the flaw in my plan slithered upon me like a viper.
the victim had been the daughter of a senator, & the political community was
outraged. in their omnipotence, they demanded swift reprisal. the guillotine
of vengeance descended hastily toward my neck.
…now, as I sit in my dark cell, awaiting execution, it occurs to me that justice,
perhaps, is not so blind, after all.
Published 20th Jan 2014
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20th Jan 2014 10:29am
Captivating read, different... Quite like how you penned the picture, the flow of the story, the swift conclusion.
20th Jan 2014 11:18am
I think I'm going to get a hot cup of coffee before reading this. ;)
Till then ...
Till then ...
20th Jan 2014 12:13pm
The daughter of a senator sort of came out of the blue for me. Unless I was terribly missing something.
Yes, is this recurring? like sketches of a main theme (Bogart's, the Blue Nude, etc)? I should take more time to read you previous writings.
But surely a killer would not publicly display the fruits of his labour?!
Am being too bloody logical ... sorry. :)
But most enjoyed - with the coffee!
Cheers!
Yes, is this recurring? like sketches of a main theme (Bogart's, the Blue Nude, etc)? I should take more time to read you previous writings.
But surely a killer would not publicly display the fruits of his labour?!
Am being too bloody logical ... sorry. :)
But most enjoyed - with the coffee!
Cheers!
20th Jan 2014 12:39pm
Or maybe he could've had a vision, the artists' ecstasy?
LOL! Still trying to save the poor guy. I'm such a sucker for these stories! :)
LOL! Still trying to save the poor guy. I'm such a sucker for these stories! :)
20th Jan 2014 12:18pm
Love your work Mr Feddeler. Dark, seedy and pointed. Right up my alley. Thank you Sir.
20th Jan 2014 1:16pm
20th Jan 2014 2:02pm
very good suspenseful read. Edge of the seat reading.
well done with the twist.
well done with the twist.
20th Jan 2014 2:22pm
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20th Jan 2014 2:24pm
Eyes snorts da stuf nyce wryte poeit!
20th Jan 2014 4:28pm
Oooh, the seedy underworld of smut. His clientele and their loose lips cinched his dirty handed fate. The temptation of the blue muse must have proven too much for one in particular. What a shame. Love this erotic mystery. A psychological thriller for sure. This could shake a nerve, nicely :)
20th Jan 2014 5:56pm
20th Jan 2014 6:20pm
Cling together, swing together. Love the story and the end since not helping but rather exploiting another one's gruesome fate deserves punishment. Captivating write, John. You're a skilled storyteller.
20th Jan 2014 10:50pm
exactly right, Chi! justice was properly served...
& thanks, everyone, for reading...
& thanks, everyone, for reading...
21st Jan 2014 3:50am
I Loved the descriptiveness of the imagery.. Raw and dark and filled with such eroticism. Brilliant!
