CHAPTER 5

      His delicate fingers pierced through the soft tissue, and he felt the warm sensation of her digestive fluids slide between them. Jimmy moved the tube around inside her, attempting several times to penetrate the hold he made.

      The boys head was nestled between her legs, his arm (to the elbow) deep inside her body from the hole he had smashed in using the sledgehammer. He licked the blood from the inside of her thighs, as he pensively targeted her stomach with the tube.

      Jimmy grinned ear-to-ear as the tube found its mark. Entering about half of an inch into this fluid filled organ.

      He licked his lips, and pressed them tightly around his end of the tube, then sucking back hard. After several seconds of inhaling the rancid emptiness from this makeshift straw, Sally's digestive fluids filled his mouth. The bitter, acidic bile inciting a choking gag.

      He choked only once, letting only very little of her stomach acids escape his mouth. The rest that he could manage to drink was sucked back like a thirsty child at its mother's tit.

      He removed his lips from the tube, and bit in hard into her thigh, removing a small chunk of her fatty flesh. The scents of her innards waft up from inside the tube, and raped his nostrils with its noxious scent. He could feels her acids burning down his throat, and almost regurgitated most of it, when a large, sticky morsel stuck to the back of his throat. After several dry heaves, and hard swallows, the pieces sank down into his stomach.

      He kneeled between her legs, and began the process of devouring her. Taking away large chunks from her thighs, calves and biting off each toe. Then running his tongue up the length of her body, pausing slightly to lick the full length of her exposed clitoris.

      She groaned in his ears, and he felt her hands press his face into her opening. He pushed his face deep into the recesses of her pulverized and torn open vulva. Slowly eating her out from the inside.

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      The miasmic odor hovered throughout the school corridors. The hard, cold, pasty green floors enhanced only by the filthy, graffiti adorned, chocolate brown lockers worked well with the smell to make one somewhat nauseated. From the small gap near the floor of locker 246 (James' locker in some past life), dripped various liquefied extras into an already scarred floor: footsteps, smears, trails and struggles of blood drenched the area for a good three meters in every way. A great pool of life, drying in the stifled, hot summer air.