The last bus left just as I turned the corner of the street. I run after it, my heels clattering on the pavement, making me think briefly about the clattering of hooves on the cobbled streets of times long gone. Long gone, like my last bus is gone. I reach the bus stop and stare after the bus. “Another one will be along soon enough,” a deep voice says and I look round and see a tall, slim man, slightly older than me, with...

She is a Dark Mistress, people said, although I have no idea what they mean by that. She has a queue of would-be slaves, they said. She treats them like shit, they said. The best around, they said. A sadistic whore, they said. I munch on some peanuts and say nothing. My initial embarrassment overcome, I am left only with my own shyness. I try to look out through the blacked out windows but see only my own reflection - a h...

I take my last breath. I look around the room through two round glass windows. I move my eyes only, as my head is fixed in one position. Around me are my friends, gathered around me for my final breath. They are watching me intently from a short distance, in an outer circle. I can feel the build up of carbon dioxide in my blood, signalling my body to try to breath. I do try to breath but I can neither breath in nor out. W...