You rescue an antique trunk from an old Daoist Temple that’s being cleared out. It’s beautiful, battered, and the wood smells like age and incense. It’s also big. Very big. So big that when your friend comes by to hang out with you one evening, one of you looks at it and says, “Hey… you could just about fit a body in that thing.”
Which calls to mind (very naturally) that a movie-fiend friend of yours who likes messing around with practical effects once gave you a bottle of pro-quality stage blood.
And then the next thing you know, you’re plotting your props, digging out the lace and devising your own Ode to Torture Porn. Because between a horror writer and a vixen poetess, that’s just what you do.
So. Karen Runge and said vixen poetess now present: Two Girls and a Trunk (Rated PG13).
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