HT100 Challenge #70: *smooch*--One to the Kisser

Feb 20, 2005 00:53

Proving yet again that I'm one sick puppy.

“I was prepared to kill you easy,” I say, my twisting grip on his nuts dropping him down to my level. “But you had to go and hurt Beecher.”

His eyes widen at my words as I tighten my hold on his scrotum. “Did you enjoy it?” I whisper, slamming his head hard against the metal shelf with my other hand.

He slumps to the floor, no struggle left. Standing up, I stomp on his crotch, kick his ribs before crouching down to kiss his bloody lips.

His blood tastes sweet on my tongue as I pull out my knife.

w: maverick4oz, ch 070 *smooch*

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