Freehand sketched from my brain : self portrait with weights & a moment from my book Kumir. Really happy with the way the perspective turned out – supposed to be a fisheye lens look. #30daysofsketches

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KUMIR, Chapter 26: Exeunt Ridens

Jane walked out of the compound into the flashing red lights of the ambulances and police car. Law enforcement had finally shown up and was dealing with the last of the wounded and unconscious Incubikers left by Patrick and Jason’s assault. She paused to take in the sight of wrecked bikes, unconscious and wounded bikers,[…]

KUMIR, Chapter 25: All Debts Paid

Jane whimpered, eyes wide, desperately trying to twist her neck and look at the man who held her. “Theo…” she rasped. “We were…good! You know we were. Don’t throw…us…away! Please!” He laughed cruel and low into her ear. “You really think that was anything, slut? You were a distraction. I used you like I’d use[…]

KUMIR, Chapter 23: The Eidolon of Lust

Wondering what this is about? Read prior chapters! When Jason finally felt like opening his eye – only one was available, the other pressed against Jane’s warm skin – he saw the line of needles still sticking in her back, like strange little cel-towers on a warm skin-toned landscape. They’d stopped glowing, the tiny filigreed[…]

KUMIR, Chapter 22: Needles and Light

Jason returned carrying a small flat wooden box with dark curling patterns carved into it. Jane was too weak to actually convulse any more and her body simply shivered in waves that trembled through the ropes that bound her, wrists and ankles, to Isabella. The larger woman was breathing with the deep and easy rhythm[…]

KUMIR: Chapter 21 – Enter the Qadish

Jane snored softly, head in Isabella’s lap as the redhead calmly watched the goat eating. When the door clicked open Isabella looked up, still calm, only mildly curious, a soft smile on her face as a black-gloved hand edged around the opening. It was followed by a man in black fatigues and a military harness[…]

KUMIR, Chapter 20: Mangled Fuck in Blue

Editor’s note: As noted earlier, this is a novel about bad people doing bad things. This chapter gets extremely dark, and trigger warning for nonconsensual scenes of torture and sexual assault. Because this is about the villains, folks, and they are Bad People. Proceed at your own risk. Jane came awake slowly, her head filled with[…]