“The first thing I hear when I regain consciousness is the sloshing of rancid juices. It sounds like death.”
Following in the footsteps of Christmas Eve Can Kill You and Wet Work, this month saw my third story of the year go online at Brit-grit stronghold Near To The Knuckle.
Fuck with the wrong people in Paignton, and you may end up getting Used For Glue…
If you enjoy Used For Glue, there is even a sequel available: The Organ Donor.