This five-hundred-thirty-six-thousand-plus word splatter tome packs a wallop and is not for the weak of belly. Psycho Cecil Omar Biggs plays the role of a preacher of his own church by day, while trawling alleys and strip joints in Hollywood and San Fernando Valley when the sun goes down--in search of potential victims to abduct and haul back to his dungeon of salacious depravity. Furthermore, this slayer does not give a damn if you're young, old or--even dead already.
He does not care if you're male or female or what race you happen to be--so long as he can make you suffer and plead for mercy with his various implements of torture. Not that anyone should require additional hints and/or clues: What we got here .
This five-hundred-thirty-six-thousand-plus word splatter tome packs a wallop and is not for the weak of belly. Psycho Cecil Omar Biggs plays the role of a preacher of his own church by day, while trawling alleys and strip joints in Hollywood and San Fernando Valley when the sun goes down--in search of potential victims to abduct and haul back to his dungeon of salacious depravity. Furthermore, this slayer does not give a damn if you're young, old or--even dead already.
He does not care if you're male or female or what race you happen to be--so long as he can make you suffer and plead for mercy with his various implements of torture. Not that anyone should require additional hints and/or clues: What we got here .