I fear that the day has come when I must confess a truth so chillingly shocking that it may turn your very blood to ice; it may make you shudder as though you had bitten into a frozen popsicle whose fierce coldness was far crueller than you’d anticipated when you first plunged your unsuspecting teeth into the icy treat. Too long has this weighed on my guilt-weary conscience and I must now unburden my terrible secret on those who dare to read on.
My reason for divulging this long-concealed secret is not some lurid desire to shock or entertain but an earnest desire to warn others of the dangers of wandering down the dark, but alas all too tempting, path to depravity. Think of it as a cautionary tale if you will, gentle reader. A sinister story about the journey into depths of degeneracy that may elucidate its audience as to the horrors that await those who would favour self-indulgence over moderation, decadence over prudence and reckless hedonism over modest self-restraint.
I realise that to outward appearances I seem to be an average kiwi woman but alas that is not so. Many years ago I made a dark pact and set upon a course that has regrettably led me to a gluttonous smorgasbord of debauchery and irredeemable vices. Like the infamous Dorian Gray, I also have a portrait upon whom the effects of my dissolute and sybaritic lifestyle are reflected whilst I remain unaltered by the visible ravages of my over-indulgence and craven acts of greed. It is this picture, which until this today I have kept hidden from all, that reveals the dark state of my inner most soul. Its deformities are so severe that it may appear almost inhuman and yet its haunting visage is the only true representation of my inner self.
Be warned, gentle reader, should you click on the link, you shall behold the monstrous features that you shall not soon forget. You shall see for yourself the appalling consequences of a corrupt lifestyle like mine…
Behold the horror!