Laila kept his eyes fixed on the ram man with beating breath.

His torch illuminated the devil's face.

His body was completely hairless.

Her face was wide open, a huge snake protruding from her mouth.

Laila forced himself to look closely.

That was not a snake, that was the work of a perverted artist.

His huge, steep masculinity was tattooed like a snake.

The sheds shone in black, green and gold.

The artist had presented the snake with an open mouth, from which the penis tip protruded like a thick, pink tongue.

On the top, Laila saw regular bumps that gave the snake a dragon-like appearance.

Round structures, probably bullets, had been implanted under the skin.

Laila looked horrified at the huge penis.

This size and thickness could not possibly have been created by Mother Nature.

Laila estimated the length to at least 30 centimetres. T

he girth reminded her of the grip of a tennis racket.

The ram man threw the torch away and stepped between her legs.

Lola held Laila's arms bent back painfully.

Two men stepped on Laila's sides and pushed her knees outward.

Laila lowered her chin to her chest and took a deep breath.

She greedily drew the smell of the sticky substance that was spread across her body into her lungs.

"Beam away, she thought in panic, this is not going to be a walk."

The stuff did its work.

When Laila raised her head, the ram man in all its awesomeness felt incredibly desirable to her.

She gazed longingly at the huge snake, which stuck out stiffly from the devil's mouth.

The ram man began to let the snake slide through his hollow hand, pushing his tip between Laila's labia.

Laila groaned and moved her hips forward, fascinated as she looked at the pattern of the coloured scales.

The ram man put a hand between Laila's legs.

She saw strong fingers, their long curved nails sharpened front pointed.

He eased his nails gently over Laila's sensitive skin.

The blood was rushing in her ears.

Her body ached with desire.

The ram man leaned over her.

He ran his ten claws over Laila's breasts and scored the skin bloody.

The mask hovered over Laila's face.

He opened his mouth, Laila saw the sharp teeth and a long, split tongue, which he held out to her.

Despite the painful position, Laila pressed her breasts towards her and groaned relish, as the split tongue slid over her nipples.

The snake felt hot and pulsing on her stomach.

"God, that thing lives."

She would much rather have felt the snake elsewhere.

The ram raised his head.

Barely audible, he whispered, "Let her go."

Lola and the two men obeyed.

The ram man straightened up and looked down at Laila .

"Ready?"

"Take me," moaned Laila.

He enclosed the snake with his hand and led her between her legs.

The blood of the ram and the liquid from the shell acted like a lubricant.

Laila groaned with pleasure and pain as he slowly but surely penetrated her.

She felt the bullets under his skin.

When he was completely inside her, Laila came for the first time.

The first time he pulled away from her and pushed her hard, the second time.

Every time he hit, she came again.

He started bumping faster and Laila saw golden dots behind her closed eyelids, she kept coming back to the rhythm of the snapping snake.

The crowd had resumed their speech.

Laila drifted against the monotonous murmur of increasingly violent, prolonged orgasms.

She opened her eyes and only vaguely saw the hovering ram mask over her face.

In the slits of the mask, she saw bright red eyes peering down at her coldly and mercilessly.

He bared his pointed teeth and spilled them into her at least three times without giving in to her throbbing hardness.

Laila's muscles cramped, her orgasms were painful, her body protested overloaded.

At the back of her head a steel ring lay and slowly closed.

The chanting became faster and louder.

The ram man thrust harder and harder into her.

The pressure on the back of her head became unbearable.

Soon her head would burst like an overripe melon.

'Dead fucked by a giant snake—there are worse ways to die.' Laila slid into painless darkness and heard demonic laughter.

The ram man, the crowd or the uninvited guest in her head, Laila could not say it.

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"Why, why all those innocent kids?" Laila tried not to yell at him.

Summersby looked gravely at the destruction at his feet.

"Because they are so wonderful, so beautiful and pure, the perversion is not in my actions, the perversion lies in time, and in what time makes of them, turning them into deceitful, greedy, envious monsters Time bends their cells, they become old, ugly, sick - decaying. I stop this process. In the prime of their innocent beauty, I preserve their supernatural charisma, their healthy bodies, their unspoiled spirit. "

"You kill her."

"An act of mercy, I spare them heartache, release them from the burden of responsibility ..."

Laila interrupted him angrily.

"You are robbing them of their lives."

"What do you know about life?" Summersby growled back.

"Enough not to murder uselessly."

Laila disgusted Summersby's arrogance.

"Oh yes, how was that again, how do you earn your money?" T

he arrogance in his voice made her face flush with anger.

Or was it shame that flamed over her cheeks? Unerringly, Summersby had put his finger in the wound.

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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