Title: Fireside Chat with Grammar Nazi Serial Killer
A psychological thriller with a female protagonist
Author: Ryan Suvaal
Genre: Crime, Thriller & Mystery,
About the Book:
Seventeen gruesome killings across the United States, within a span of six months and there was one clear connection among victims. They were all book authors. While media was decorating the murders with sensationalist stories, and law enforcement was playing catch-up, the homicidal maniac remained elusive and secretive. Things got very interesting, however, when one day she decided to appear on an internet talk show for an honest fireside chat. Her reason for being on this show was not a quest for fame, but something much more disturbing.
Suvaal weaves a fast-paced, dark, serial killer tale. It’s a story which is intense in parts yet comic on the edges and keeps the reader hooked in. A psychological thriller with a female protagonist.
Trigger Warnings: Few descriptions of violence and gore.
Chapter 1 : Respect
Stella woke up in her bathtub and felt a little hazy. The back of her head and neck hurt like hell. Her vision was still blurry. She definitely was in her bathroom but the lights were dim. She tried to get up but couldn’t.
“Good morning, sunshine.” She heard a soft voice on her left.
She realized there was a mysterious woman standing on the left side of the bathtub. The woman had a sleek build and was dressed in a gray shirt, black trousers, and a black jacket. She was wearing blue clinical gloves and a dark black cloth mask. The mask covered her face from just above her nose all the way to the back.
Her two eyes gawked at Stella from behind the mask. Stella tried to move but she realized she was trapped in a sticky liquid. The bathtub was filled with a translucent, viscous fluid. And she was dipped neck deep into it.
“Oh, forget about moving now.” The woman chuckled. “This is thixotropic epoxy resin, max industrial grade. And you have been set only for a few minutes. Now, after our little chit-chat here, I am going to dip you completely in it. Then I am gonna put in a few thousand-watt light bulbs in here to heat up this place and hasten the curing process. Within 24 hours you should be 95% solid within this resin. The best part is that your kids are not here. They will be back only after a week. No servants, cooks or gardeners in here, so no one will come and disturb you in this remote village house where you were planning to pen down your next magnum opus. Whoever comes next, though, will find your perfectly laid, resin-preserved body here.”
“Please, I have two kids. Please … let me go,” Stella pleaded. She was still stupefied.
“Are you asking me a question or is that a declarative statement? I can’t decide.”
“Please, please, my family my kids, they are dependent on me.” Stella now started to cry. Who was this freak who had dipped her in resin and was threatening her life?
“Let me tell you I do feel sorry for you and your family. Though you can’t see my face from beneath my mark, tears are rolling down my cheeks as we speak. Perhaps they are not tears; I may have something in my eyes that I need to wash off.”
“Please let me go.”
“Oh no, I can’t. My compulsiveness has driven me to the point that I could not have taken your bullshit anymore.” The woman now sounded very angry.
“Bullshit? What are you saying? Why are you doing this?”
“Why am I doing this? Oh, this is my favorite part.”
The woman pulled out a book from inside her coat. Stella realized it was her recently published novel, The Fire-nest in My Belly.
The woman started to read. “On page twenty-nine you wrote, and let me quote you here, you wrote, ‘Polly inverted the pancake and she realized that it was now well done and she then took it off the gas stove and put it on Ramesh’s plate.’ You do remember this line from your book?”
Stella kept quiet; she did not want to say anything. She just kept looking at her book in the hands of that freak woman.
“This is your book, right? Stella Davidov, that’s the name on the cover.”
“Yes, it’s me.” Stella could just feebly mutter the words.
“IS IT YOU OR NOT?” the woman screamed.
“Yes, yes it’s me…” Stella again burst into tears.
“This is the bullshit you write? You do realize you are missing a few …
About the Author:
Ryan Suvaal is an American writer, passionate about writing page-turner psychological thrillers. His favorite hangout is a coffee shop where he guzzles in tonnes of caffeine and weaves characters pumped up with deadly intentions and worlds full of thrill, suspense, and gore.
“Fireside Chat with a Grammar Nazi Serial Killer” is one of the first in a series of Psychological thrillers which he has penned down during past few months, which will now be sequentially released on Amazon.
“A deep-rooted question always keeps broiling inside of me. This question is whether I am writing the story or the story is forcing me to write it? Am I the actor and story is the art, or story is the actor and I am the medium?”
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Amazon page: www.amazon.com/Ryan-Suvaal/e/B07LBZ79NL