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His hunger had returned and nothing he ate seemed to sate it. The sound of a mewling baby drew him. With ocular fluid and blood streaking his face, he used his ears to find the baby. His hands touched dewy baby hair on its soft scalp. Billy picked the baby up, cradling it. Ravenously, he bit into its stomach. The baby shrieked and screamed, music to his ears. He ate and ate, loops of intestines dangling from his mouth.<\/p>\n

Every crunch brought the taste of blood and shit. It was a 4 star meal. Bloated, bloody and now horny, Billy sat down. Glumly, he remembered he\u2019d chopped his dick off. He reached down to the bloody hole where it used to be. To his delight, it had grown back and was standing at attention. He smiled as he rubbed it, using blood as lube.<\/p>\n

\u201cBilly Silver,\u201d a throaty female voice said. \u201cWho the fuck is that?\u201d he said, his bloody eye sockets looking around. He didn\u2019t take his hand off of his cock. \u201cOh, Billy, you know who it is,\u201d Talia said. \u201cLet me take care of that.\u201d Billy felt her hand, powder dry and cool, wrap around his member. She stroked it and without warning, put it in her mouth.<\/p>\n

He groaned, the heat of her mouth alighting his senses. He wished his eyes would\u2019ve grown back, so he could watch the performance. If he knew what was actually sucking his dick, he would\u2019ve died of fright. \u201cHow\u2019s that feel?\u201d she grumbled. Her angelic voice sounded like gravel.<\/p>\n

\u201cFucking amazing. Keep it going and I\u2019ll blow.\u201d She laughed, \u201cOh, not yet,\u201d she stroked him. \u201cI want that inside me.\u201d He felt her straddle him, and could sense it. The smell of her cunt was burning his nostrils. Billy breathed it in, wanted to taste it. She obliged his unspoken request, pressing her genitals to his face. His tongue played inside of her. Pussy juice, viscous and sour, dripped down his bloodied chin. \u201cNow, for the grand finale,\u201d she growled, pulling away from his face.<\/p>\n

Billy kept trying to lick, like an animal feeding from its mother\u2019s breast. She grabbed his dick and sat on it, plunging deeper until the whole thing was inside. He lay there, motionless as she rode him. His orgasm was in the periphery. He wanted to shoot so badly, but didn\u2019t want this to end.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou like that?\u201d she said, her voice deeper. Billy whined, the sound of sex loud in his ears. No, this wasn\u2019t sex. Sex was something married people did once a week. A couple of pathetic pumps with a half flaccid dick, into an ungroomed ax wound of a cunt, until a dribble of cum spurted out.<\/p>\n

No, this was fucking. This was rutting. They were animals and they were mating. He was getting ready to blast his hot load into her.<\/p>\n

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ISBN-13: 979-8563414983 Cover design by: Mr. Michael Squid Printed in the United States of America This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author\u2019s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 1kitap1.com\/en This is dedicated to all who’ve come before me and those who will come after. Your works scared the shit out of me and for that I’m eternally grateful.<\/p>\n

A big thanks to the Master of Extreme Horror, Edward Lee. Mr. Lee, you have no idea the impact you’ve had on my career. Thanks to Rich, who rode along with me through this crazy journey. Also, thanks to Lee A. Forman, who edited this book. I wrote it, but he cleaned it up.<\/p>\n

Check him out at tatteredgespress.com 1kitap1.com\/en INTRODUCTION I’ve always been a fan of horror and the more extreme the better. This book is extreme in many ways. If you don’t like savage killing, descriptive sex acts and profanity, this isn’t for you. If you do like them, then please, enjoy the ride.<\/p>\n

It’s going to be a rough one. 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER 1 Billy Silver angled the dull and slightly bent tip of the hypodermic needle under his scab. With a little more effort than he hoped for, the needle slid into the abused vein in the crook of his elbow. The dingy mixture of heroin and blood swept through his body, bringing with it a sense of euphoria he\u2019d come to love. He sat on the toilet of his apartment.<\/p>\n

The piece of rubber tubing he used to get his veins to pop up, now loosened from his bicep.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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