                                 Pentagram


	Crouching down, I tear off her shirt.  She hasn't moved for what

seems like hours but I still feel this attraction.  I figure i'd hit her

hard enough with the two-by-four.  I bend her over the rail of the stairway

here in the subway, luckily it's 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,

it's a bowie knife made of stainless steel.  It has a perfect shine and no

knicks in it.  It's 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
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