The jetting spurts from Penelope’s mutilated, gaping throat faltered and subsided, showing the nearness of her ending. Anal sex I backed up a couple of slow steps then turned away from what was now just a pathetic heap of dead fat flesh, a slowly cooling corpse on the bloody bed. My thoughts reeled as the enormity of what I had done swept through me. My clenching thumb pushed into the wound, the tip partly in her severed trachea feeling the movement of her futile attempts to breathe air and cough up the drowning blood. I backed up a couple of slow steps then turned away from what was now just a pathetic heap of dead fat flesh, a slowly cooling corpse on the bloody bed. Pulling off the sheet exposed Penelope’s pale fat bulk of a body, allowing me to lean over her with my right hand empty and the lethal knife held in a dagger grip in my left hand.
