Waylon stares horrified into the dark eye sockets, filled with clumps of mud, bits of rotted flesh, maggots and worms crawling their way through the long dead remains of its eyes. Licking her way down his shaft to his balls, wiping away a small streak of her thick black lipstick from him, she plants two small kisses on them before she takes them into her mouth, gently sucking and giving them a playful nibble which alights a surprised Yelp from him. She turns to him and tells him to “fuck me already!”. The vase drops to the floor shattering completely , the hand withdraws, her broken body drops to the floor… She lifts her head to look, the sight freezes her to her very core… His eyes widen and he starts to let out a cry as the stone falls rapidly towards his face, the impact cutting off the noise and turning his head into a bloody pulp, the skull crushed to powder, the eyes popped like balloons, the brain smashed into the ground below.
