Avenging Angel chapter 2
I lay in my hotel bed and mulled over the ‘evening’s entertainment’, as Mandy called it, until sustained arousal compelled me to masturbate. During the moments before I came I found myself recalling sex with Laura. Annoyed, I showered, made a cup of coffee and forced myself to consider the film’s implications. I tuned into the hotel’s Wi-Fi. If ‘Castration Festivals’ were real events, I reasoned, there must be evidence for men disappearing without explanation and perhaps reappearing after...