Madhouse Chapter Five
Madhouse Chapter Five I was standing in my ballets and despite a months practice in six in heels, my toes were simply killing me. My feet, I was sure, were not meant to stand en pointe. Inside the latex mask and suit, sweat was running rivers down my back and thighs and collecting down in my toes: With everything tight on me, from toe to neck, the puddle there was rising up to my ankles. The only consolation of my boots were that they looked awesome. I would love to have seen them on...