{"product_id":"2940011316128","title":"Skin Crawl: Darkly Erotic Horror Stories","description":"\u003cp\u003e'Skin Crawl' is a short story collection of deviant, dark erotic horror by Alex Severin.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith online favorites that launched Severin into the horror underground a decade ago, little seen micro-press anthology orphans, and an exclusive, never before published short.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e'Skin Crawl' runs the gamut from a priest with an unHoly obsession with his Virgin Mary statue, a romantic pair of necrophiliacs, a beastly old magician with very strange eyes to a proud, but unusual surrogate mother, this is raw, uncompromising erotic horror at its darkest.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTable of Contents -\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBlessed is the Fruit of Thy Womb\u003cbr\u003eIn the Flesh\u003cbr\u003ePremature\u003cbr\u003eRomancing the Dead\u003cbr\u003eThe Blair\u003cbr\u003eFuckhead\u003cbr\u003eThe Surrogate\u003cbr\u003eThe Man with the Absinthe Eyes\u003cbr\u003eCoyote Bang\u003cbr\u003eRipened Fruit\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eExcerpts from 'Skin Crawl' -\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFrom 'Ripened Fruit'...\u003cbr\u003eHis coarse fingers probed the wet silk of her cunt; her face contorted with equal amounts of disgust and pleasure.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe matted beard of her lover scraped against the peach of her cheek as she forced down her rising gorge, her nostrils under assault from the stench of the rancid morsels of days-old food that nested there. A wave of nausea washed over her but the fluttering of her eyelids and the gasp in her throat could not deny the skill of his hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe pulled him close to her and felt his hot sermon in her ear, his divine wisdom seeping into her, feeding her, soothing her like a warm injection.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFrom 'The Blair'...\u003cbr\u003eHe crept away from the quiet cottage, parents gently snoring in their bedroom, then belted down the road at full speed; his pulse throbbed in his ears with excitement.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe reached the house in a few minutes and stood at the bottom of the drive, staring at the darkened windows.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere were shapes moving in those windows, whispers penetrating the night air and filtering over to him as he stood there.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe couldn't decipher what they were saying but he didn't like it. The whispers made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe whispers were about grown up things, things he didn't know about, but knew enough that he shouldn't be listening to them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe wanted to leave but he couldn't move, couldn't prise himself from the spot, couldn't even scream when he realized there was a man standing in the shadows under a tree, just a few feet away from him. He'd been there the whole time, watching him while he watched the shadows in the window and listened to the whispers in the dark.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man lunged forward and grabbed him by the arm, forced a palm over his mouth.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You shouldn't be here, boy. This is no place for you. This is a bad place, a bad place for everybody.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFrom 'The Man with the Absinthe Eyes'..\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Be still. You are not yet ready to move. You must allow yourself become familiar with your new condition.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe looked at the man, eyes squinting\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“My new condition?” he croaked, his throat dry, vocal cords violin-tight and coated with panic.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man was vaguely familiar; he had seen that hideous, yet compelling face before, and that insane gaze. Black and white photographs with sinister captions came to mind. He had visions of devout worshipers at his feet and Latin phrases echoing off stone walls in the torch-lit gloom of a castle.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe name escaped him, but he knew he had seen him before.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Sleep,” the man said to him, “Rest. Soon you will begin your new life as The Font.”\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Alex Severin","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47068555378928,"sku":"2940011316128","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940011316128_p0.jpg?v=1763942415","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940011316128","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}