Moriarty sat in the hallway, staring at the black doors. She had been waiting for the past hour, nervous and annoyed in equal measure. She had been told to be ready to make her presentation at three, but it was nearly four and she was still staring at the Board Room door. She surveyed her notes once more, practising her commentary on the video which would fo...
Chestnut Falls, 1952 In his bedroom, Tyler Gailey could hear his mother's Christmas music coming from the kitchen radio. He tried to tune out the holiday gaiety his mother insisted on while she baked cookies, but, much to his annoyance, the lyrical versus of snowmen and sleigh rides wormed into his ear while his buddy, Ferguson, recanted his latest of salac...
Moriarty was led into a darkened room by Penelope, the solitary window covered by a heavy blind. She counted seven figures, only one a male, sitting in a semi circle in the centre of the room. Fleming enjoyed the middle chair, flanked by Patterson and another blonde in a business suit. Moriarty was unsettled by their blank stares as she stepped into the circ...
Dean was led into a small hall containing only a small table bearing a television surrounded by a dozen young men and women in white coats. He saw Moriarty, with her clipboard, standing in the centre of the group. The closing of the door alerted the entire room to his presence and all eyes turned to him as he walked across the hall. The small screen was show...
Three days after Dean's visit to the Board, Rebecca Patterson arrived at the Research Centre, trailing Givenchy perfume in her elegant wake and bringing bad news. The Dionysus Project was coming to an end. "The therapy is simply not effective. Sorry, Kerry, but the procedure is just too painful." "But it works," Moriarty insisted, almost striking the tabl...
Dr Jessica Walton floated into the conference room like a fragrance to join Moriarty and the three nurses around the table. A petite woman in her late thirties, she dressed like a senior executive, exuding an air of calm corporate efficiency. "Good morning ladies," she chirped, gliding into her seat. "I thought I should introduce myself before my first ses...
Chapter 1 The iron gate rolled back and Dr Kerry Moriarty stepped into the darkness. A light glowed at the end of the long passageway and she walked slowly towards the figures emerging from the gloom. She was scared, but she knew that she must appear calm and confident before the three men who now towered over her. Two men wore grey shirts, and one wore whi...
A week after the photography session in the villa Dean was rising from his bed, ready for his morning shower, when the cell door opened on Moriarty. She offered him a wan smile and sat on the bed without a word. Her tense look hinted at bad news. She patted the bed and he returned to sit on the blankets. "I'm afraid the Board have sent me new instructions....
Six weeks after Dean's arrival, Patterson decided to visit her 'pet' project. She arrived shortly after three to learn that the subject was toning his body to ensure that he remained irresistible to women, and gay men. She stepped through the door with Moriarty to see Dean pedalling briskly on the mounted bike, his face aglow and his arms glistening in the p...
Dean breathed deep as he tried, once more, to stretch his back on the table as Cindi cast an ominous shadow on the stained wood. "Get on with it, you piece of fuckmeat. I want the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet touching the line. Ten seconds or it's another caning." Dean balanced on the edge of the table and leant back, reaching for the tab...