The Death Club (Dead Men Walking, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

People always hated others for being different, but really they just hated themselves for being average.

Although I had heard that there were some people who liked reading stories like mine about fucked up men like me and fantasised about taking them to bed, so maybe that was where I’d find my people. The readers who understood that sometimes a bit of choking was perfectly acceptable or maybe even desirable and wouldn’t judge me for it.