What I felt in my hilt gripping hand fed my imagination and I could “See” the beveled sharp steel tearing in through the cartilage and muscles of her throat before cutting through her neck muscles and just missing her spine. The jetting spurts of blood from the ragged hole in her neck quickly subsided to a pulsing flow. Anal porn I felt I had granted Penelope a quicker death than she deserved, her struggles subsiding quickly. The jetting spurts from Penelope’s mutilated, gaping throat faltered and subsided, showing the thrust had torn into her racing heart. The slash gaped, not so bloody that the red hid the inch-thick layer of yellow fat under the pale skin. The steel cut into the upper slope of her flopping, flaccid left breast just above her nipple, the force of the blow enough to crunch through her ribs as my overlapping hands smacked down on her punctured tit. I pulled the knife out and raised the bloody blade high over Penelope’s chest before driving it down with all my strength.
