#96092 - The walls of her throat convulsed around the girth of my helmet and her body started to spasm. There was a time when I prolonged their suffering for many more hours than that but I guess I don’t have the patience anymore. The tedium of my non-torturing moments clings to me like a bad smell and it takes the fresh blood of a new victim to wash it away.
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