A beautiful woman, alone in an isolated cabin high on a rocky bluff above on the Maine coast, a soothing glass of delightful wine
in her hand, watches as the torrential rain and lightning pummel the ocean waves crashing against the rocks below. Reveling in the
warmth from the fire, she’s shed the oversized sweater and now, barefoot and dressed in nothing but her underwear, unabashedly basks
in the fireplace’s warmth.
Perhaps somewhere out in the storm she’s imagining a sadistic serial killer lurking, his razor-sharp knife already thirsting to taste her firm delectable flesh, or a terrifying creature from the dark universe hungering to consume her, intent upon rending her limb by limb until she dies screaming in unimaginable agony for his amusement.
On the other hand, maybe this time, it’s simply about a beautiful woman enjoying a glass of wine as she watches the storm. Seriously, dark deadly desires deserve to be fulfilled, so if she’s lucky, tonight, she’ll be dead before sunrise...