Pentagram
Crouching down, I tear off her shirt. She hasnt moved for what
seems like hours but I still feel this attraction. I figure id hit her
hard enough with the two-by-four. I bend her over the rail of the stairway
here in the subway, luckily its 3 a.m. and no one is around. I tear off
her skirt and begin to feel her perfectly round ass. I take out my knife,
its a bowie knife made of stainless steel. It has a perfect shine and no
knicks in it. Its beatiful. I take the knife in my right hand in a
stabbing position and slide it down her back and across her ass and up and
down her legs. I take her panties by the waistband and gently pull them
away from her back and carefully poke the end of my knife into her panties.
I cut them, ever so gently, as not to cut her. I bring the knife down to
the elastic around each leg and cut it open. I let the white cotton briefs
fall to the ground and I begin to undo my zipper. I put it in her and begin
thrusting. Grinding. Pushing. I do it until I cannot take it anymore and
explode inside her. That is when I bring the knife down into her back, it
makes the orgasm more intense. I whimper and fall onto her back. I remove
the knife from her back and carve the last ancient symbol on my arm, around
the pentagram, that spells Leviathan. And with her I know that I am
finished.
The End
Horace Pinker