Fantasy developed after watching The Blob, 1958 version. The sticky red mass flows across the grass, seeking prey. Approaching a house, it smells a living animal inside. It flows under the door and into the house. It senses that the animal is behind another door. It approaches. Ann is nude and alone in her room, lying on her bed, casually looking out her bedroom window. The door is behind her; she can’t see it. ...
One day more, here I am. Or may I say night? I really don’t know. I can’t know what day or time is it. Here enclosed in my prison, I just can’t conscience of time. The hours appear to be days, and the days years. And everything started that damned day… I worked in an office. I was a lawyer, a good lawyer. I had solved hundred of cases. When I arrived home, I had a shower, afterwards I had dinner, and then I went to the Club. It was a “Fetish Club”. ...