A short one today, bitches. This is the first chapter of my newest work in progress, The Skin Collection (please note, manuscript is not final and subject to change).
Howard Russo is a collector of human remains. What began as mere fascination became a hobby which fed off the man’s fragile will until it developed into a desperate craving that could never be fulfilled, no matter how many ghastly trophies lined his walls. Forty years later, very few know of Howard’s whereabouts, but some of those with this valuable information are ones to be feared, which is why the old man currently remains in hiding from the prying eyes of the world. Even still, his unhealthy desires persevere and the skins of countless men and women continue to keep him warm on the darkest, coldest of nights. Continue reading