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Wolfgang Niesielski is a writer with a touch for the dramatic, macabre humor and heightened suspense. Touched By Choi What force keeps us alive? What is the purpose of random acts of violence, viruses that wipe out whole populations, storms and earthquakes that shake the world and change millions of lives? Touched By Choi explores this phenomenum. It is an exciting mystery, with a dark twist. The story begins in a small town in Ocean City… |
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Excerpts “Jonas--”He slipped on something slimy and lost his footing, ending up where he started. He tried to support his body on his hands, pushing up his upper body but slipped off the metal bar again. Then he looked down and finally realized that he was sitting on some kind of giant grill. A whole huge cage on all sides--even the floor--supported by solid metal bars, filled with more than a dozen human beings, and suspended from the ceiling by cables. The underside of the cage featured a layer of feces-covered wire mesh. He seemed to be imprisoned in some kind of giant chicken coop. As soon as he realized that, an ice-cold stream of cold water hit his back and knocked him forward. The creatures around him erupted in ear-splitting wailing sounds and Jonas cursed and spat out water and slime. “Irma--” He had been reclining comfortably in his chair, listening to the grating voice of one of those know-it-alls on how to take apart, clean, oil and put together an instrument of deadly force, when he watched Irma floating towards him, her face aflame with a sensuous smile that melted his heart into a liquefied puddle. Her walk towards his table seemed to take an eternity as he watched her with spellbound awe as she moved her hips so suggestively that it almost took away his natural ability to supply his breathing apparatus with the proper amount of oxygen. When she finally arrived at his table she lifted her foot and placed it between his legs on his chair. Then she stroked his hair with one hand while the other took his hand and put it on her thigh. Then she bent down and kissed him while rubbing his chest. Her tongue deeply probing, her hot soft lips seemed to fuse with his, as his whole body responded with hot lustful desire. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and he was totally overwhelmed and completely confused. His talkative companion was left speechless and watched with mute bafflement and amazement as the blond seductress almost devoured Jonas. Finally Jonas was allowed to come up for air. “My God, Irma, how did I deserve this?” he gasped then silently cursed himself, worrying if his inane remark had somehow upset or spoiled the mood. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” she whispered into his ear and biting it softly. At once, without giving it a second thought Jonas got up and hurried to the small room, that had become his home. He hardly had time to close the door when she shed almost all her clothes. It had been a long time since he had found himself in the arms of a woman, and a gorgeous one at that. Her naked beauty and lascivious sexuality overpowered him and aroused his desire with an electrifying lust, passion and craving as he impatiently tore off his garments as well. It was only when they lay in bed and he was about to enter her that he noticed a bump on the side of her nose. He hesitated for a moment. “Come back to Choi, Jonas,” she moaned and pulled him inside of her. “My God,” he panted as she was frantically moving her hips. “Choi sent you?” |
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