Notes: This particular piece of fiction runs a bit out of order. The first part is actually set a good deal into the story, with most of the chapters occuring as flashbacks. Each part is marked that it is either "present" or "flashback". The fic deals with BDSM philosophy, sex as a torture device, and is very dark in nature, especially in the later sections where the angst will start to hit like an 18-wheeler truck going full speed toward a wall if things go as planned. This story was partially inspired by Anne Rice's "Sleeping Beauty" trilogy. It is chock full of sex scenes, most of them very graphic in nature, some of them NCS (especially later on) and all involving yaoi. The title comes from a line in Tori Amos' "Riot Poof". Feedback is appreciated, but not neccesary because this story was written solely because I felt like hurting somebody and didn't want to get arrested or anything. The story receives a big NC-17 rating for just about everything in it. If any or all of this bothers you, this is not the story for you, and I suggest you run far, far away from it unless you're really a masochist who won't admit to loving it.

(:./jennykim/break)