“I didn’t think they were so well paid” said Dmitri. “The Pallid Mask” she gasped as his shoulders tensed and his powerful hands closed tighter around her slender neck, throttling her. He took the warm body in his brawny arms and lifted it from the hook over to his butcher’s block. She raised her hips to welcome him, and he pushed the head of his prick into her tight arsehole, wrenching a long wail from her quivering lips when he slammed his whole length inside her. Blood welled thickly from between her soft lips as Dmitri went to extract her heart.Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa. Dmitri stared down at her, chest heaving and nostrils flared, and brandished a wickedly sharp black blade over her young body.
