S.B. Milne

We’re halfway through September, which means the Halloween decorations will be going up this weekend. Since the spooky season is officially upon us, I’m taking the opportunity to refresh the 3 books in my ‘fear’ trilogy, starting with Bitch in the Box.

This is a dark, violent, bloody, gory, extreme bit of horror fiction – and gleefully so. I have a fear of being trapped in an elevator, especially one with other people, and that’s precisely where the book started. As a neurodivergent author, my mind is very good at dwelling on worst case scenarios, and I let my anxiety have free reign.

Reviews of the original edition were overwhelmingly positive…

A cliffhanger of a story that pushes the limits on almost every page…

…a chilling tale, mixing kink, the grotesque, and the hard-to-stomach in a brilliant dissertation of psychology with an amazingly delicious twist.

Gaggingly relentless… If you love splatterpunk you might enjoy this one.

This book was so gross and gag worthy! Some parts were Down right disturbing and disgusting, but it was awesome!

Well I can tell you this I am never getting on a fucking elevator that has more than 4 people in it ever again. This book was awesome.

All your sick and twisted fetishes and fears and phobias in a nice little elevator package…just like you like it.

… but in reading it again with some distance between myself and the text, I realized it was in need of some editorial polish (redundant adjectives, tense changes, and passive voice fixes). While I didn’t take anything away from the story, I did incorporate a handful of new moments that improve the pacing and help the tension to build.

It’s the same book, just better.

Bitch in the Box: An Extreme Splatterpunk Horror Novel

Twenty-two square feet. Five strangers. One weekend in hell.

The elevator lurches to a stop between floors. The lights flicker. The emergency phone rings endlessly, but no one answers. The alarm screams until it becomes part of the air itself.

Help isn’t coming.

Because this isn’t an accident.

Five people are trapped inside a metal cage. Five strangers with secrets. One of them engineered the nightmare—and by Monday morning, the elevator is meant to become a mass grave.

As the temperature rises and hope evaporates, civility begins to rot. Confessions become accusations. Alliances form, fracture, and turn violent. Hunger and thirst strip away whatever remains of their dignity as they come to understand that everybody is monstrous when their private desires are exposed.

And when the lights finally go out, they discover that the person who trapped them has planned something far worse than just murder.

Step inside. The doors are closing.