Chapter Nineteen
Endgame
Al had put up with enough of Little Miss Smart-mouth.
Later she could beg to fellate him, and slavishly proceed to do so – after he knocked out her teeth perhaps. Punching her face had been so f*****g gratifying! For the next few hours though he expected only further invective – and agonized screams. As much as Al would enjoy eliciting and recording these, he ought not to take chances in a residential area. Far enough from the road and neighbors as the house was, one could never rule out random visitors.
Door-to-door religious proselytizers still existed. The Girl Scouts still sold cookies between lesbian abortionist brainwashing sessions. Until she’d been reduced to blubbery begging for s*x in exchange for the gruesome finish of her horribly protracted death,
