Dead Inside by Chandler Morrison
General Genres & Darkness Level - Basic info & Content
Darkness Level 6
Contemporary
Extreme Taboo
Horror
NOT a Happily Ever After
Pitch Black
Splatterpunk
Stand-Alone Novel
Taboo
Tropes & Triggers - Although I try my hardest not to include any spoilers, these tags may give away a little more of the story. If you don't want to risk the possibility of knowing a wee bit extra about the type of content and aren't too bothered anout exact tropes then don't click here 🙂
Blood Play
Cannibalism
Drug Use
Emotionally Damaged Hero/Heroine
Extreme Taboo
Main Character Dies
Mental Illness
Necrophilia
Pitch Black
Psychological/Mindfuck
Recluse
Sociopath
Super Disturbing
Taboo
Toxic Relationship
Darkness Level – 6 out of 6
My Rating is 4 Stars
Blurb
A young hospital security guard with a disturbingly unique taste in women. A maternity doctor with a horrifically unusual appetite. When the two of them meet, they embark on a journey of self-discovery while shattering societal norms and engaging in destructively aberrant behavior. As they unwittingly help each other understand a world in which neither seems to belong, they begin to realize what it truly means to be alive…And that it might not always a good thing.
My Review Of Dead Inside by Chandler Morrison
Okay, let me start out by saying this…I am 99.9% sure you are going to feel more than a little sick and utterly shocked when (if?) you read this book.
In fact, I believe you may feel that way just reading my review!!
So here’s the part where I make it 110% clear that:
👉!!**THIS HAS MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNINGS ATTACHED FOR BOTH THE BOOK AND MY REVIEW**!!👈
In the words of the most annoying character in Outlander, “Mark me!” (Bonnie Prince Charlie)
I know I’ve said a couple of times before that whatever book I was reviewing at the time was one of the darkest or most taboo I’d read. And at that moment in time, it was the truth.
However!!!
At this point I can actually say that this is the most fucked up, twisted shit I have ever read and I really don’t see how anything could possibly top it.
Ever.
And I’m no complainin’!
In the words of the author himself,
“lines will be crossed, taboos will be violated, and common decency will take an extended leave of absence. This is not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach. Or anyone who enjoyed Fifty Shades of Grey.”
Right, let’s get this party started.
I’m going to break you in slowly, lol.
THE SECURITY GUARD
This guy has very…unique tastes. And an exceptionally bleak view on life and indeed other humans.
His personality and people skills and in fact, general outlook on this pathetic existence has led him to a point in his life where he prefers the company of quiet women.
And when I say ‘quiet’ I mean silent.
And by ‘silent’ I mean unable to speak.
And by ‘unable to speak’ I mean they’re dead…
Yup.
All of his desires and super-kinky, penis hardening needs are satisfied by cold, silent, stiff, odd-smelling, dead women.
Yaasss, you sick and twisted fuckers (and I say that with the highest regard because you’re exactly like me or you wouldn’t be here thinking that you might just have to buy this book) this one has a fair amount of NECROPHILIA!!
Now, you would be forgiven for thinking that this is as fucked up as the book could get…but you’d be wrong!
What the fuck is worse than necrophilia??!! You ask.
Well, we’ll cover that when we get to the doctor 🙂
So he’s just plodding through life. Existing and basically waiting for it to be over because it’s kinda ‘meh’.
He enjoys being a night shift security guard at the hospital because it gives him plenty of time and opportunity to get his kink on.
Yup, he sneaks into the morgue to ‘charm’ the ladies that have come in that day, lol.
He avoids human interaction at all costs believing there’s no one worth knowing in the world as he’s likely the only one with these proclivities and they’d never understand.
But he’s wrong!
After he’s called to the maternity ward to help handle a situation with a dangerous man he meets Doctor Helen, the head of maternity, and something in her eyes makes him think she’s a little different from most women.
He has no idea how right he is.
He is reluctantly dragged into what one might call a friendship…with the most unusual benefits ever.
DOCTOR HELEN
Helen has a fucked up past.
Like, late-night sneaky uncle, loss of a sibling at a young age, kinda fucked up.
Although, I have to say even before her baby brother’s face was eaten off by a wild critter I believe she had a few screws loose.
Anyway, one thing led to another and it ended up with her discovering that the regular menu/diet for most humans was not for her.
And when I say that a ‘regular diet’ wasn’t for her I mean she ate meat.
And when I say meat, I mean flesh.
And when I say flesh I mean human flesh.
And when I say human flesh I mean…it has to be baby flesh.
So yeah, Helen likes to eat babies.
I kinda feel the need to point out that the babies she eats have all died of something other than being eaten and she had nothing to do with the poor wee souls’ demise. So, the fact that she doesn’t kill them kinda wins her some points…yeah…kinda.
So obviously she has become a maternity doctor to help feed her wee addiction.
On top of that, she works at an abortion clinic and has access to all of the fetuses after their ‘removal’.
Okay, time for the 2nd massive content warning of this review:
!!**I FEEL THE NEED TO POINT OUT AT THIS POINT THAT IF WHAT I’VE BROUGHT UP BEFORE NOW PRODUCED A ‘VOMIT-INDUCING’ REACTION YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ ON, OKAY?**!!
So, what do you get if you cross a necrophiliac and a cannibal?
It may sound like the beginning of a terrible joke but it’s not, lol
A series of unusual events actually leads to these two having a kind of ‘friends with benefits’ thing going on and the (very) faint moral lines they thought they wouldn’t cross become non-existent when he realises that she likes to get herself off while eating the dead babies and…she invites him to watch one day. He’s super surprised when he realises that it actually gets him hard!
Helen develops some strong feelings for him and she wants to experiment with him by combining her dirty wee secret with his.
Annnnnnnd this is where it gets sicker than your usual taboo read.
He ends up fucking a dead baby that she’s been munching on and it turns him on to amazing heights and does the same for her.
Sadly (is it though?) he decides that theirs is not a relationship he wants to pursue and things get completed between them.
Lines are blurred, hearts and laws are broken, breaking points are reached and that’s all I’m going to say about it, lol.
SEX/SICK SCENES
Normally at this point, I share a darkly erotic excerpt with you. Well, I can’t say that any part of this turned me on. At all. But I will share the taboo kink with you so that you know what you’re getting into, lol.
***Warning number 3***
!!**AGAIN!!! PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS EXCERPT IF YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS WHEN IT COMES TO CHILD LOSS OR NECROPHILIA**!!
Helen is kissing my neck with cold lips and digging her fingers through my hair. My penis is all the way up in the baby’s stomach, blending its insides into a pulpy slop. “This is so—oh God, oh God—fuck, this is so fucked up,” I groan. The skin on the baby’s neck has ripped and its head is about halfway dislodged, so I have to put one hand on its soft scalp to keep it from detaching completely. The thing is falling apart in my hands, but it just feels so fucking good. Helen gets up and sits on my face, so I start tonguing her and she cries out as a rush of fluid floods my mouth. Not exactly my thing, but I do have a dead baby on my dick, so one could argue tonight is all about exploring new areas. I use my free hand—as in, the one that’s not holding the baby’s head on—to fondle Helen’s breasts as she grinds against my mouth, her pubic stubble tickling my chin. The extent of her cries should piss me off, but all I can think about is the deliciously tight cunt enveloping my cock, which feels ready to burst at any moment but hasn’t yet, mercifully prolonging the ecstasy. I lose my grip on the head and I feel it peel off and tumble onto my stomach, so yes, I am now fucking a headless dead baby, thank you very much. I’m breathing heavily through my nose, and I keep having to swallow Helen’s endlessly flowing juices. Her nipple is hard against my palm, and my other hand is tearing new holes in the fetus’s skin as I struggle keep hold of it, to prevent it from flying off. Just when I’m thinking it’s about to slip from my grasp and go soaring into the air, my abdomen is wrenched by the most blindingly intense orgasm I’ve experienced in the entire freakshow of my life, and I scream an animal cry of pleasure into Helen’s gushing vaginal canal. I can feel globs of semen seeping out of the holes in the baby’s now-mangled corpse, and finally it does fly off, and I hear it thud squishingly on the floor, a few feet away, in between Helen’s shrieks. The tip of my penis is still spurting, and I claw at Helen’s back with my newly freed hand.
Final thoughts of DEAD INSIDE by Chandler Morrison
Every time I thought to myself “This can’t get any more fucked up…” I was proven wrong. So make no mistake: this is boundary-pushing literature at its finest. And as odd as it seems to say it, this was kinda amusing at parts.
But the fact that it had even me raising an eyebrow at several points throughout the book is a testament to how fucked up and taboo it is.
If you decide to read it, please do not come crying to me when you suddenly find that you’re in too deep and can’t get out, lol.
4 Stars
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