Warning, this story isn't suitable for anyone. It is a grotesque horror story but no more than the reality I read about every day. I had to write it to stop it whirling around my brain like a toad to borrow from The Doors.
This story is a sort of sequel or update to my first novel, The Man from Scratch (available on Amazon in paperback), different characters, same theme. It's a Sunday School story compared to Timely Ripped. Writing The Man from Scratch revealed to me the value of accepting what nature and God give us. It means more than we can invent for ourselves out of the rag and bone shop of our hearts, stocked by human or perhaps demonic fantasy and random desire. This story will be included in my next novel " A Death a Day"