Chapter 4 – Extract 1 from The Paradise Induction!
To work for a psychopath nine to five is like being tied to a chair with a foaming Pitbull Terrier chained up in front of you. The chain restrains the canine from tearing out your throat, but allows the dog enough freedom to bark right in your face, teeth bared, hot stinking breath filling your airways, spittle flying across your eyes and lips; you live, suffocated by terror, knowing your mind will break…eventually.
Unpacking my clothes into the walk-in wardrobe and chest of drawers in my new bedroom, my mind drifted back to the various jobs I’d worked as I considered my potential role as a journalist for SINN.
The name ‘Jacob Cain’ kept me in a state of apprehension, silently throttling excitement over my prospective job. It drew my thoughts to unpleasant work experiences with unsavoury people, but I’d only endured one employer who qualified for the title psychopath. That was six years ago.