Chapter 15: On the Road
The knife slid across Jim Mercer’s smooth neck. I made sure the cut was from ear to ear to give that motherfucker, Damian Truth, an eyeful. Every serial killer should make a spectacle of themselves, and that’s exactly what I did.
Blood poured out of Jim’s neck and rolled down and over his bare chest as I held him up. His n*****s and abs were covered with the s**t. Some of the blood rolled into the triangular area of his pubic hair and even decorated his balls. His c**k was still hard between his thighs, which was a total aphrodisiac for me. Come dripped off the tip of his mushroom-shaped d**k and reached down to the rock-covered ground. A sound erupted from his mouth as I made the slice, which was similar to a gasp for breath, which we both knew was his last.
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