Captured by a Demon:
An Interview with Angela Taylor
(The main
character of Gail Bridge's erotic horror novel, Inn on the Edge)
- A note from the Interviewer, Gail Bridges:
This is a very special interview
with a young woman who has been through a grueling, life-threatening experience
with the darker side of the paranormal world. Angela Taylor has agreed to talk
with me about her experiences from the Spring of 2013, when she had a shocking
encounter with a demon while on her honeymoon at the Inn on the Edge hotel in
Washington State. Angela now feels ready to share what happened on her aborted
honeymoon, which was simultaneously terrifying and - surprisingly - magnificent
in ways she has promised to discuss with me. Angela has been understandably
hesitant to speak about what happened those four days last April, and I am
honored that she has agreed to speak with me.
- The Interview -
Gail Bridges: Let me know if this
is too much for you, Angela, and we'll quit. Okay?
Angela Taylor: Call me Angie.
I'll be fine.
Gail: If a question makes you
uncomfortable...or if anything gets too personal, you'll let me know?
Angie: Sure. (She laughs.) It
takes a lot to make me uncomfortable these days, after what Josh and I went
through!
Gail: (Checking her paperwork.)
Josh. Your husband. May we talk about him for a second? He chose the place you went
for your honeymoon, if I recall?
Angie: He did. The Inn on the
Edge. It seemed like such a great choice! He was so proud to have found it. A
romantic bed-and-breakfast Inn on the Washington Coast - it had it all.
Scenery, the ocean, a cute little tourist town within walking distance. And the
food - oh, the food was wonderful.
The Inn had everything: free meals, free lessons, friendly employees, other
guests to hang out with. Ha! What's not to like?
Gail: Sounds like Club Med.
Angie: (Snorts) Not at all like
Club Med.
Gail: Oh? Sorry. Go on.
Angie: It wasn't...(Takes a deep
breath)... what we thought it was. (Falls silent.)
Gail: How so?
(No answer.)
Gail again: Are you talking about
the Demon? Mr. Abiba?
Angie: (Sighing) Yes. We met Mr.
Abiba right away, when we checked in, but we had no idea who - or what - he
was. He took a shine to Josh and me pretty soon after we got there, but we
didn't know that either! Or else we
would have left immediately. We would have been out of there so fast!
Gail: A demon. Wow. You've met a
real-live demon.
Angie: (With a far-away look)
Yes.
Gail: He must have been awful.
Angie: You're right. He was!
(Falls silent, then speaks in a whisper.) And ... he wasn't.
Gail: What? I'm sorry, I didn't
catch that.
Angie: He was wonderful, Gail. When Mr. Abiba wasn't
being cruel ... being a monster, he... he... (She clears her throat.) May I
have a drink of water? (Drinks.) Thanks. When he wasn't being the scariest
thing you've ever imagined, he would be amazing, generous, kind. He gave us
gifts! Thoughtful gifts. He gave me a set of imported brushes for my artwork.
He gave Josh an antique guitar. Mr. Abiba could be absolutely marvelous when he
wanted to. (She shifts in her seat.)
Gail: How so, Angie?
Angie: You already know this. I
already told you about the sex.
Gail: Tell me again?
Angie: Mr. Abiba needed it. He
was into sensual energy. Really into it. (She turns thoughtful.) But it was
more than that. He loved everything about sex, and he wanted Josh and me and
the other guests to love everything about it, too. He wanted us to be free, to
share our sexual bounty with each other, all of us. Share freely and generously
- that was his mantra.
Gail: Did you? Share?
Angie: We did.
Gail: You had sex with people
you'd just met? On your honeymoon?
Angie: We were manipulated. But
we did have sex with the others. And we liked it.
Gail: Umm...I can imagine! You
had sex with the demon too? Was he a good lover, then?
Angie: No! I never had sex with
him. None of us did. (She clears her throat again.) Well, not that way anyway.
He didn't participate in the constant sex, at least not physically. He had
helpers for that.
Gail: Then, what? How was Mr.
Abiba so amazing?
Angie: (Puts her hand to her
throat.) See this pendant I'm wearing? It was his. He conceived of it, he made
it, he infused it with magic. And he gave it to me, at the end, before
everything fell apart. Here, do you want to see it? (She hands me the pendant
and its golden chain.) Pretty, isn't it?
Gail: Yes.
Angie: He called it a Tool. They
were for his guests to experiment with, to play with. There were a lot of
different Tools, each better than the next - you can't imagine! They were kept
in special Toolboxes. (She puts the chain around her neck again.) This one is
called the Storybuilder Tool. It was amazing, Gail. There's no way you could
understand unless you experienced it.
Gail: Oh?
Angie: Mr. Abiba's Tools made
everything better, brighter, more exciting. Magic.
Gail: (Leaning forward.) Did the
Tools make sex better, too?
Angie: What do you think?
(Interviewer and Interviewee,
laughing.)
Gail: So you had plenty of good
sex. Exciting, magic sex, hmmm?
Angie: You could say that. (She
tugs on her hair.) But not all of it
was good. Toward the end there were times when the sex was so intense it was
... scary. Yeah. (She looks at her lap and bites her lip.) Really scary.
Gail: I'm so sorry, Angie. It
must have been horrible. Can you talk about when things went bad, when they
fell apart?
Angie: (After a long silence.)
I'm not sure I want to talk about that. I'm sorry. I thought I could.
Gail: (Trying not to sound
disappointed.) It's okay. What matters is that you got out alive, that you and
Josh escaped.
Angie: Yes.
Gail: And that you and Josh
helped each other through the aftermath.
Angie: That, too. Yes.
Gail: And that the Demon is gone
now.
Angie: (Jerking upright, looking
over her shoulder.) Is he? What
happened to Mr. Abiba, really? I thought he was gone for good ... I thought
we'd taken care of him, but now I wonder. (She shivers so violently she shakes
her chair.) You know, sometimes I hear things at night. Sometimes I feel a cold
breeze and I smell cinnamon - he always smelled like cinnamon, did I tell you
that? - and then I'm all terrified again. Terrified ... but at the same time
I'm longing to be back there, yearning for those four days at the Inn. Hell! I
can't do this, Gail. Do you mind? Can we stop now?
Gail: Of course we can. Of course
we can.
- End of Interview -
It is now an hour later. The
interview is over. Angela Taylor has left my office, and I'm alone, wondering
about everything she told me. I re-read my notes. I listen to the recording I
made. I ponder Angie's astounding story, the likes of which I've never before
encountered: a hotel by the ocean. A Demon. Magic-infused sex Tools. Wild,
wonderful, mind-blowing sex. A demon, destroyed. Wow. What happened in that
Inn, anyway?
Holy shit, what a story Angela Taylor has. I stare out of my window.
I admit it: I wish I had been
there.
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