I know not why I found myself in Central Park that day, only that the desire to do something, anything to keep my life from continuing down the path o... loneliness and the despair it offered me had drawn me there. Thus, the story begins. Walking through the park, seeing all the people at leisure, at play I listened to the many sounds of laughter, excitement, minstrels, even the distant strings of a lover’s quarrel, all adding up to the cacophony of auditory delights which overwhelmed the senses.. A light shone from beneath it and he wondered if she really was still awake. He hesitated and then knocked lightly, wishing afterwards that he hadn't. When there was no answer, he turned and breathing a sigh of relief, started down the hall. But before he had gone two steps, a small voice called after him."... Daddy?..."MaryAnn cracked the door and beckoned him inside. With a hollow feeling in his belly, Don went in. It was still a little girl's room with frills and lace and a few dolls thrown. Sitting to have a cup of coffee was pretty uncomfortable and I was trembling as we went over the next scene. It was a lot like ‘waiting’ to be punished; it’s a very uneasy feeling, the waiting and thinking about what’s coming. It didn’t make it any easier that we were discussing what was going to happen or, that the entire crew would be watching this. I don’t mind putting on a show but…somehow this was different; being punished in front of an audience.I’d also seen the paddle that was going to. ‘You have contaminated her!’“I have only what it is I set out to do Father!” Max yells. His muscles ripple beneath his purplish black skin. “I will shed this mortal coil and be reborn into a god!”The demon god answers Max by sending multiple tentacles at him. Max easily dodges, blocks and grabs them. He tears at the ones he grabs or the ones that grab him. He battles his way toward the huge maw with glistening and gruesome teeth. Without hesitation he latches onto opposite ends of the demon.