Excerpt from Pinky's Lastest Novella

...The end was so unthinkable that the demon feasting that filled her head day and night actually became her deliverance. It became louder. Rotten chomping teeth grinding up the heavy, baroque silver meat trays. Rivers of feces running in deafening torrents outside her impossibly sweltering room. Ripping fabric like thunderous clouds of farts from hoards of demon whores. This was how she knew she was still alive and her possessions safe.