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45 In a relationship Female from Wexford       162
         

THE PRACTICE RUN (working title) PART II

We were half way down the stairs when a little dog appeared barking up at us. It was a tiny little thing with ribbons in it's glossy brown hair. It had one of them barks that sounds more like a yelp than anything else. The stupid fucking thing wouldn't shut up so I turned my gun towards it's tiny yapping head. I giggled with delight as it's head exploded into a bloody mess. I know it was a mistake letting off a shot in case I was heard but so worth it to see it's headless body twitch. Blondie crumpled to the floor whimpering like some pathetic little animal. It was orgasmic watching her, but there was no time to indulge in such pleasures now. I softly whispered in her ear "don't worry my dear it didn't suffer like you will. Death came swiftly." I helped her to her feet and we made our way out of her house back across the field to my car. She seemed to accept her faith she didn't even fight me when I opened the boot and ordered her in.
The sun was just starting to grace the sky, splashing it with shades of red when I finally reached home. I was surprised by the silence as I walked around to the back of the car. She had been screaming most of the way home. I guess she was exhausted. She let out a weak cry when I opened the boot. I just laughed. I think she failed to realise how much I was getting off on her misery. We made our way into the house, down a dark flight of stairs to my play room. She froze in horror at the door. It was a harshly lit dank room with a cold steel table with foot and wrist straps in the middle. Along the walls hung paddles, whips, hooks and knives. Oh how I love my knives. In one corner of the room there's a table full of surgical instruments. Blondie turned to run but I pushed her up against the wall covering her face with a cloth soaked in chloroform. I know what your thinking, so over done and it is, but sometimes one needs ti resort to such measures. She collapsed rather quickly much to my delight because now my fun can begin.
I dragged her lifeless body over to the table and strapped her down. I picked up a razor and shaved her head. I salivated as a little drop of blood trickled down her head. Next I cut away all her clothes. I ran my fingers down her chest between her breasts down her stomach. I stripped naked and climbed on the table between her legs. I ran my tongue along the inside of her leg almost feeling disappointed that life still kept her body warm.