Glenn Orgias

The Gimp Box I lay in my apartment worrying about death and worrying that my constant worrying would eventually manifest in my sickness and death. So, when I saw a job ad looking for a “big guy” who was willing to “become anonymous” and to live in a “dungeon”, I said: Bingo. Because I really needed a place to hide out from Shovel.  Mrs Beatrix’s place of business was on the cobbled streets of the Rossebuurt district, Amsterdam. “That house,” said a man, pointing at a terrace house. “The dungeon is below,” he said, with a terrible excitement. “Are you…