I hunted her down, this girl, this Victoria, I hunted her down and in the pine needles, amongst her shredded K9 companions, still holding the flaying chain with my left hand, I put my knee just above the cleft of her butt and with my right hand I gripped the loose skin on her back between the shoulder blades and pulled… Read more

I hunted her down, this girl, this Victoria, I hunted her down and in the pine needles, amongst her shredded K9 companions, still holding the flaying chain with my left hand, I put my knee just above the cleft of her butt and with my right hand I gripped the loose skin on her back between the shoulder blades and pulled it taunt, tenting the flesh and her cords, her tubes, her neck meat muscles pulsed organically against her creamy white skin and the dirty bitch looked me in the eye and spat. I dropped the chain and went to slap her when she thrust the stiletto between the patella and femur of my left knee and twisted it. I haven't seen her in three years, but I've been looking. She's left Asia, I'm sure of it. Slowly, carefully, I'm homing in. Europe, Africa. I'll have her, and she'll pay for not killing me.