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170 pages, Paperback
First published August 8, 2014
“Lots of fucking Rotting Dead Fucks”
I lifted the bat again over the top of her head. So easily I could just bring it down onto her and end the stupid whore’s life and it’s pretty tempting to do so. Not as though she deserves to be in our country, using our resources…Doesn’t even speak my fucking language
Colin. With him so close, watching, I felt weirded out. Not sure I could have maintained an erection with him there - practically breathing on us (so to speak). I opened her legs and was hit with another waft of rotten cunt. Not enough to put me off.



“What exactly do you think is going on out there?”
“Sharia Law I’m guessing.”
The man frowned at me. A split second later he was laughing. “You think they’re like that because they’re Muslim? Are you really that stupid and ignorant?”


Don’t look back. Don’t go back for those who have fallen or been left behind. Don’t put ourselves in the bite zone. Just fucking run.
“It wasn’t the first time I had heard voices in my head.”
It’s almost as though he isn’t here to get ‘fixed’ as he initially put it, on our first meeting, but rather to brag and sound off about his violent fantasies.[...]Another session wasted listening to how he likes to follow pretty, young girls whilst playing rape scenarios out in his head. And they don’t think he is a danger to anyone. Who are they kidding? In my professional opinion - it is only a matter of time before he takes his first steps into acting upon his wants.
My body knew it wanted this before my brain did - not that my brain was that far behind… I freed my penis before I reached the dead girl. I reached down to her and pulled at her legs, dragging her away from Colin. With him so close, watching, I felt weirded out. Not sure I could have maintained an erection with him there - practically breathing on us (so to speak). I opened her legs and was hit with another waft of rotten cunt. Not enough to put me off. It’s a shame she is contaminated with whatever the fuck poisons them. I could sure do with a juicy taste of pussy right about now; a long time since I had tasted such goodness. I pulled her knickers down and all thoughts of licking her soon evaporated from my mind. Not surprising considering the black tar- like ooze dripping from her vagina; the same stuff which pissed from her mouth when I withdrew the blade of the machete from her pretty little head. “Just think of it as lubrication,” she said. She rubbed her clitoris with one hand (in my mind) and took a hold of my penis with her other hand (again, in my mind). She didn’t hesitate in guiding me in. Damn soft. Wet. Surprisingly warm despite the look of her suggesting she’d been dead for more than a few days. Fuck. They should bottle this shit and sell it via online sex shops. That is, after they’ve figured out how to get the Internet back online again. Priorities and all that. “How is it?” she purred. “Fucking good.” I couldn’t contain my excitement as I started to build into a steady rhythm. To think, after I had killed her, I had collapsed with tiredness. Must be having my second wind. “What about you?” I asked her. “Good?”“The best,” she smiled at me with her dead face. I looked down at my cock as it pushed in and pulled out of her sopping cunt. Strings of black tar clinging to it. In my mind it wasn’t black tar or anything as sick. In my mind it was her juicy cunt batter sticking to my cock. I couldn’t contain myself and withdrew quickly before I moved down her body until I was mouth to pussy. My brain was screaming ‘no’ somewhere inside but my body (my tongue in particular) chose to ignore it and I found myself greedily lapping at her sour milk despite a gagging reflex. Don’t care. So fucking horny and so… I stopped. My tongue was numb. Numb, that is, other than a strange tingling sensation as though it were trying to wake up. A burning feeling scalding the back of my throat. Eyes and nose streaming. What the fuck is this?