But there was no complaint forthcoming, and Tyler simply lay back and enjoyed the sweet oblivion that overtook him. As the blood flowed down his sides, pooling underneath the small of his back, Tyler lost consciousness. The solitary sunbeam that had managed to poke its way through the curtains fell on a dirty heap of ripped up clothing in the far corner. He continued to climb, trying to remain utterly without sound. “My name is Abraham DuPree. You have drool coming from the corner of your mouth, slut. What a disgusting fetish, thought Abraham as he walked over to the shriveled corpse. He began to once again exert his influence over her, but was met with resistance. Abraham hated it when they talked. He had to look upon her. This one was a real looker. Please! A real Daisy Duke type.
