The nightmares are always the same. Iím standing by this window, watching the waves crashing against the rocks at the base of the cliff. I know the storm surge was already washing over the low-lying coastal road isolating my house and cutting off access to town. Then, it happens...

Alone in her hilltop home, safe from the waves separating my house from the village, Trinityís imagination runs rampant. Vicious deranged serial killers. Jilted, insane lovers. Perhaps even unspeakably horrific monsters from the dark universe.

Dropping another log into the fireplace, Trinity turns back toward the window with a fresh glass of wine in her hand. Tonight isnít about the past. Itís about the future and what it may hold. To the men sheíll love, to those who want to own her soul. And finally, to that one sadistic fiend who will take her and brutally torture her to death simply for his amusement...

After all, this is just another senseless pinup, and a girl can dream, canít she?