Freddy was good at being quiet – too good, but those days were long behind him – and he edged through the main entry, and into the parlor. It was ...s he feared. No electricity. Likely, no phone. Fuck. There were antique couches, positioned around a hearth the way modern people positioned furniture around a television set. Entire homes, where the focus of design was wherever they were watching movies. The hearth had a partly burned log in it, though the dust around the brickwork, and on the. So with the slowness afforded to a newly graduated nineteen-year-old, and wasn't that the coolest thing ever, I shut off the world's worst alarm and got up.I nabbed my phone off it's charger and extracted myself from my sanctuary, my abode, my batchelor pad, my room upstairs; and began the descent down the carpeted stairs. Oh, how I love carpet.I swiped my blonde hair out from in front of my eyes, while barely hanging on the the railing to keep my sleep adled body upright. As I reached the. But you're not.You were an unloved villager in an unknown town living an insignificant life. You were born the bastard son of a tavern wench who was knocked up by a passing stranger one night. The moment she could, your mother abandoned you to live a life of torment at the tavern keeper's hands. Living off scraps and serving as a source of relief by taking beatings, you've only gotten by on endurance and cunning to avoid more beat downs. This was your existence...... WAS being the. The turning of her attentions from her lover, the Reverend Harris, to his naïve and beautiful wife was predictable in view of her younger transgressions. Even her depraved mother knew of her daughter's ability to switch her obsessions from one gender to the other without pause for logical thought.Her husband was heavily immersed in the excesses of imbibing spirits and the ways of the flesh at nearby convenient fleshpots on the secluded side streets of the upscale district. She didn't mind his.