Livia Lone

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She handcuffed Lone to the bed, the same way he had handcuffed the girl, making sure he could see into the living room. Then she went back for Skull Face.

He was still shrieking. She set down the gun and scooped the bloody remains of his cock off the carpet. She could taste his blood, smell it everywhere. She dipped her head and looked at him for a moment, letting him see her, letting him know what was coming.

He cried out and rolled to his stomach, his hands still covering his amputated crotch, then started twitching away from her like an earthworm.

She moved in, grabbed him by an ear with her free hand, and dragged him onto his back. He shrieked, “Mai! Mai!”

That much Thai she remembered. It meant “No! No!”

She gripped his hair in her left hand. Put her left foot behind his head and planted her right knee in his throat.

He kept his mouth shut and tried to twist away. She pressed harder with her knee. He struggled for another moment. She pressed harder. His mouth popped open. She shoved his severed cock into it, clamping her palm down over his mouth and nose to hold it there.

“Mmmmmmphhh!” he screamed, the sound muffled by her hand and what was under it. “Mmmmmmphhh!”

She was crying now. “You so fun!” she shouted, staring into his bulging eyes. “You so fun!”

She gripped his hair and bore down with her hand and knee while he choked and twitched and struggled. He grabbed her wrist and tried uselessly to pry her hand away. Then he began to vomit. She pressed harder. His body convulsed. She stared into his agonized eyes until they went vacant, until his twitching body lay still.

She stood, her breathing ragged, heaving, and took a moment to collect herself. She looked at Lone. He was bleating in terror, rattling the handcuffs against the bedframe, desperately trying to break loose.

Nason, she thought. Nason.

The dragon seemed to settle and fold its wings. But its breath was still hot, its eyes still glowing.

It was telling her it would wait again.

But not for very long.