61 Dead fucked by a giant snake (2/2)
He knew about Laila and took her to the same level.
”My victims are beasts, not innocent children.”
Outrage resonated in her voice.
”Nobody is innocent.” Summersby's pig eyes flashed.
”Why do you think you are a better person than I.
You are murdering for money, for your own profit. ”
He spat in her direction.
Laila looked at him unmoved.
”Yes, it's really satisfying to destroy scum like you, I'm not interested in the money.”
Without taking his hand off Danielle's body, Laila crouched down and fished out the black leather folder behind the Wann.
Summersby drew in a sharp breath as Laila straightened up with the folder in his arms and laid her on Danielle's body.
Gently she ran her fingers over the smooth leather.
”You have worked so hard.” Laila sighed.
”For what?” Summersby licked his lips frantically.
”We're still negotiating, are not we?”
Laila looked at him coldly. ”The conversation bores me.”
Summersby took a careful step toward her.
”Maybe I have something you would like to trade.”
His eyes remained firmly fixed on the black folder.
Laila grinned.
”No, thank you, my need is covered, I thought you might be mistaken, I would have let you rot in your work down here, but you do not deserve so much mercy I'm the one here ... ” Laila patted the black folder ” ... and then I'll throw you into this broth along with Danielle. ”
”Upstairs, a girl is waiting for me to bring her water.” He looked at Laila triumphantly.
”She's still alive.”
”You lie.”
The damned pig was trying to turn the tables.
But Laila recognised a bluff, no matter how good he was.
Summersby was sweating and licking his lips nervously.
”Can you afford not to believe me?” Summersby's voice croaked.
”Oh, as this broth eats you the meat off the bones, I'll take my time looking around your cave, if you keep something hidden there, I'll find it.” Summersby howled in agony.
”You wanted to ask me questions, please do it.”
”You bore me.”
”Do not you want to know how to kill them, how long I let them live, how to lift their delicate bodies to a transcendental level of creation, how to experience divine grace?” He looked feverishly at Laila.
”Why should I care?”
”Because you've been hired by her parents because you bitch owed it to them, because it's important ...” he stopped whimpering.
Laila waited patiently until he had regained his composure.
”I keep them trapped in a room for a couple of days, it's a very nice room, and if they rub themselves nicely with mink oil, they're allowed to watch Mickey Mouse movies, and the oil keeps the skin supple.” His eyes were fixed on a point on the wall behind Laila.
”I'm giving you a sleep aid.”
He giggled madly.
”The sugar quickly transports the stuff into their blood, they sleep peacefully in. I bring them down here, when they lie on the steel table I stop their breathing, I squeeze their nostrils together and squeeze my mouth open Their delicate lips Most of them glide calmly to the dark side Sometimes I miss the dosage Then they tear their innocent eyes wide and drumming with their little feet on the table. ”
His clenched fists jerked up and down.
Laila was disgusted by the glare in his eyes.
”I do not want to hear the shit.”
But he did not hear her words or did not care.
He continued compulsively.
”Then they lie quietly and peacefully there, so I catch them with the camera, the first picture of my work, then everything has to go very fast, I open her chest and remove the still warm heart.”
With his right hand he unconsciously imitated cutting movements.
Nausea overcame Laila.
”I take the little heart in my hands, I kiss it.”
He pursed his lips.
Laila choked convulsively.
”I steal her life force Every time I sink my teeth in her firm muscle meat, I absorb her pure energy, with each bite the love of her parents passes to me and warms me from within. ”
He shuddered.
Rapture was reflected on his face.
Laila hated him.
Too much she remembered his rapture of her own yearning for love and warmth.
He made something awful, something dirty.
With every word he threw more dirt on her soul.
She felt sick and drained.
Her legs did not want to carry her weight anymore.
Violently she bit her tongue.
The sharp pain helped.
Laila yelled at him.
”Shut up your dirty mouth.”
Summersby kept talking. ”It's important to make just one precise and deep cut, between two ribs, just big enough for me to reach in with my thumb and forefinger, my fingers probing my target, I'm good at finding things I have always, even in death, they are reluctant to relinquish their treasure, I have to pull and pull ... ”
He reached into the air with his thumb and forefinger.
Laila whispered dully ”Stop it, stop it.”
”Eventually everyone gives up, they lose their last fight and I snatch their precious possessions from them, then the bleeding gradually stops, I leave them and take a bath, that's so stimulating, I feel their youth streaming through my cells. Each time I'm raised a bit more, not much longer, and I'll be immortal. ”
Laila bit her tongue again until she tasted blood.
”You do not have time to become immortal, I will kill you.”
Breathing heavily, Summersby emerged from the depths of his imagination and put everything on a map.
”I've already overpowered you once.”
Threatening, he took a step towards her.
”Yes, and you should have finished it, you will not get a second chance, say goodbye to your life's work.”
As Summersby's horrified ”NO” echoed through the cellar, Laila grabbed Danielle's blouse and nudged her body into the tub.
Laila awoke from a horrific nightmare. Like a drowning woman, she floated to the surface and broke away from the icy grip of the dream.
The demonic laugh remained in the dream world.
Laila kept his eyes closed and enjoyed the silence.
Something stank here quite pathetic.
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