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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 163 из 173" "No, it hasn't." The door had opened, and Harry Flint was standing in the room.
His smile widened.
He locked the door behind him and put the key in his pocket. "I shot you with Xylocaine bullets.
I was supposed to kill you, but I thought we'd all have a little fun first." He moved closer.
The two women exchanged a terrified look. They watched Flint, grinning, take off his shirt and trousers. "Look what I have for you," he said. He dropped his shorts. His member was stiff and turgid. Flint looked at the two of them and moved toward Diane. "Why don't I start with you, baby, and then-" Kelly interrupted. "Wait a minute, handsome. How about taking me first? I feel horny." Diane looked at her, stunned. "Kelly-" Flint turned to Kelly and smirked. "Sure, baby. You're going to love this." Flint reached down and started to stretch out on top of Kelly's naked body.
"Oh, yes." Kelly moaned. "I've really missed this." Diane had closed her eyes. She could not bear to watch.
Kelly stretched her legs apart, and as Flint started to enter her, Kelly raised her right arm a few inches and reached into her upswept hairdo. When her hand came down, there was a rat-tailed comb with a steel tip five inches long in it. In one quick motion, she slammed the steel tail into the back of Harry Flint's neck, pushing its steel tip all the way through.
Flint tried to scream, but all that came out was a loud gurgle. Blood was pouring out of his neck.
Diane opened her eyes, stunned.
Kelly looked over at Diane. "You-you can relax now." She pushed away the limp figure on top of her. "He's dead." Diane's heart was beating so fast it felt as though it was going to leap from her chest. Her face was ghostly white.
Kelly was watching her, alarmed. "Are you all right?" "I was afraid he was going to-" Her mouth went dry. She looked at the bloody body of Harry Flint and shuddered. "Why didn't you tell me about-?" She pointed to the rat-tailed comb in his neck.
"Because if it hadn't worked… well, I didn't want you to think I failed you. Let's get out of here." "How?" "I'll show you." Kelly stretched out a long leg to where Flint had dropped his pants. Her toes reached out to grab his trousers. Two inches too far away. She shifted closer. One inch too short. Then finally, success.
Kelly grinned. "Voila!" Her toes clutched the leg of the trousers, and she slowly pulled them close until they were near enough to grab with her hands. She was going through his pockets, looking for the key to the handcuffs. She found it. A moment later, her hands were free.
His smile widened.
He locked the door behind him and put the key in his pocket. "I shot you with Xylocaine bullets.
I was supposed to kill you, but I thought we'd all have a little fun first." He moved closer.
The two women exchanged a terrified look. They watched Flint, grinning, take off his shirt and trousers. "Look what I have for you," he said. He dropped his shorts. His member was stiff and turgid. Flint looked at the two of them and moved toward Diane. "Why don't I start with you, baby, and then-" Kelly interrupted. "Wait a minute, handsome. How about taking me first? I feel horny." Diane looked at her, stunned. "Kelly-" Flint turned to Kelly and smirked. "Sure, baby. You're going to love this." Flint reached down and started to stretch out on top of Kelly's naked body.
"Oh, yes." Kelly moaned. "I've really missed this." Diane had closed her eyes. She could not bear to watch.
Kelly stretched her legs apart, and as Flint started to enter her, Kelly raised her right arm a few inches and reached into her upswept hairdo. When her hand came down, there was a rat-tailed comb with a steel tip five inches long in it. In one quick motion, she slammed the steel tail into the back of Harry Flint's neck, pushing its steel tip all the way through.
Flint tried to scream, but all that came out was a loud gurgle. Blood was pouring out of his neck.
Diane opened her eyes, stunned.
Kelly looked over at Diane. "You-you can relax now." She pushed away the limp figure on top of her. "He's dead." Diane's heart was beating so fast it felt as though it was going to leap from her chest. Her face was ghostly white.
Kelly was watching her, alarmed. "Are you all right?" "I was afraid he was going to-" Her mouth went dry. She looked at the bloody body of Harry Flint and shuddered. "Why didn't you tell me about-?" She pointed to the rat-tailed comb in his neck.
"Because if it hadn't worked… well, I didn't want you to think I failed you. Let's get out of here." "How?" "I'll show you." Kelly stretched out a long leg to where Flint had dropped his pants. Her toes reached out to grab his trousers. Two inches too far away. She shifted closer. One inch too short. Then finally, success.
Kelly grinned. "Voila!" Her toes clutched the leg of the trousers, and she slowly pulled them close until they were near enough to grab with her hands. She was going through his pockets, looking for the key to the handcuffs. She found it. A moment later, her hands were free.