Siren is in her early 20's recently graduated from university and working in one of the biggest entertainment companies in Seneca. She's in a relationship with Xavier, a handsome and well renowned artist in the city. Her life sounds picture perfect, except, there is an underlying hesitance and resistance within her that affects her life on a broad scale. She faces challenges that evolve around a lack of motion and action.
Finding herself in a hopeless situation,she loses everything in the wake of unprecedented events. What follows next is a series of crazy, wild and unprecedented events.
Siren of Seneca, S.O.S for short is the new project that is currently under construction. This book contains themes of;
-Adventure, friendship and thrill -Anxiety, tension and heartbreak -Partying and psychedelics - Sanskrit mantras of abundance journeys. - Teachings of Jeet Kune Do. - Self transformation, development and fulfillment. - Sexuality, sensuality and sensation - Member, Royal and Caretaker archetypes.
This story follows young woman's journey through death and rebirth. Siren loses herself to find herself again. As she undergoes the transformation, she begins to live more assertively. When she speaks, she speaks from her core. She gains more insight on herself as well as the world around her. She begins to gain automatic respect from those who encounter her.
The aim of this story is to show just how abundant, flexible and adaptable the feminine is. To show just how powerful one can become when she attempts to move threateningly large mountains, and how abundance flows from action, initiation and perspective.
Excerpt from the book;
AMOR FATI The man owned her heart, she could swear by it. As she hung suspended from the ceiling, in subspace, body rotating and blindfolded, all she could think of were tranquil thoughts. In a way this was relaxing for her.
She had lost track of time, unaware of her surroundings, only the sound of Mozart playing in the background. Suddenly a hand entangled into her curly hair, fingers grazing her scalp and lightly tugging her strands. “Thank you.” A deep voice said. The warm therapeutic sting of candle wax stung her skin as she hummed in pleasure. Firm hands spread her legs wide, and sweet lips met her aching core. When she finally had her release, he took the blindfold off her eyes, gently massaging her veinous areas to bring her back to shallow consciousness. Opening her eyes, she got an upside down view of the studio around her, feeling like an art piece too amidst all his works. “How are you doing baby?” he asked as he untied her gently, skin still sore from the tug of the ropes. Legs shaky from the powerful orgasm he had just given her. She managed to whimper out a response as he covered her body in a blue robe, picking her up and walking towards the couch. He sat her down and handed her a glass of water. She sipped carefully, taking in the rich scent of the green tea that he was brewing. Finally opening her eyes completely, she marveled at the art piece he had just created. A 3D painting, almost motion like, too realistic and intriguing. There was something about his works that separated him from other artists in the modern culture booming city. His work contained strong emotions and feelings created by subtle provocative suggestions and tweaks that no other artist would dare risk. From her delicate facial expression to the way her limbs flexed powerfully under the ropes, everything looked overwhelmingly enticing. He used contrasts like this, always claiming that she had contrasting sides. Of course she kept her day to day persona as one dimensional as she could, but now and then through pieces like this, there was a hint of a rogue side of her, sultry, wild, almost primitive. He did this in the subtlest of ways in that when she looked at the painting, she could spot something alien to her that was oddly familiar. Either way, he had created a masterpiece from head to toe, as he had done with previous works, sculptures, paintings, digital art both kinetic and static. He always said she was his muse. Away from him, she didn't feel like much, but in his hands, she felt like some sort of goddess, he made her appear mythical and dreamlike, through his art and through everything he did. “Siren?” he called out her name, handing her a cup. “You’ve created such a beautiful piece Xavier.” she replied, staring at the toned shirtless silhouette of the good looking and talented man. “It’s all you,” he replied. “You're a masterpiece, not just physically, energy-wise too, I only try my best to capture that essence in my work.” She calmly sipped her tea. He cupped her cheeks, looking deeply into her eyes. “You're an iceberg, there's more in there than what you're giving me. I want to see and I want to know, the more I draw you and make art from you, the more I see, and the more I’m intrigued by your essence, I want to lose myself completely in you, the way I lose myself completely in art.” “You know what I want?” she asked, feeling euphoric. “What?” he replied.
"Make love to me as though your life depends on it."
He smirked, tugging at the hem of his pants, "My pleasure." …………………………………………………..