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to get excited, she put the cold knife under it, which stopped his struggling. He moaned, begging her to stop.
    “If you can get it up, I will let you go.” She smiled as she applied his blood to her cheeks. She rubbed it around in a circle like the world’s reddest blush.
    He strained, tried to beg for her to let him go, begged with his eyes, which were filled with tears.
    She would have none of that. In fact, she was just getting warmed up.
    “You don’t want me anymore, baby? You don’t want me to beg for more pain?” she asked as she drew around her little nipples with the lipstick. And of course the pig didn’t answer her; he couldn’t with a washcloth stuffed in his mouth then taped up with silver duct tape. She drew a tongue where his lips were, wagging to the side with drool marks. He watched her with giant eyes shifting back and forth in silent reproach, begging her to let him go.
    “Bet you would promise me the world right now. Bet you would promise me money, maybe a car, anything just so I would let you go. But I’m not going to. I’m going to kill you tonight, Fred or whatever your loser name was.” She smiled.
    “Did you enjoy beating me, you bastard? Did you enjoy using your belt on me? Fucking asshole. I bet you thought I liked it, that I came for you.” He shook his head, eyes as big as saucers.
    “I saw the mark on your finger where the wedding ring should be. Does Mrs. Asshole know you answer ads on Craigslist? That you like to meet girls and hurt them? Maybe I should have taken pictures to share with her.”
    She ran the knife over his chest, and it was razor sharp still, judging by the way it lifted the hair right off his sweaty skin. Puffs of the stuff, gray and wiry made tiny mounds. She blew on them and then cut a letter into his flesh, a big A.
    He thrashed as she dug in, his eyes squinting in pain. He screamed against the cloth, but it sounded mute, so she cut a second outline around the letter. She moved the blade around the triangle in the A, then slid it under the skin. She slipped a finger against the broad part of the upper layer, and then she tore it off.
    She spent the next five minutes finishing her artwork, making the letter more or less square. Blood welled around the angry wound, skin puckered like a pair of lips.
    “Wakey wakey, time to meet a painful end.” She grinned and cut his penis off. As the blood poured out, she opened his nut sac and removed both of his balls. The knife cut them cleanly, quickly, so she could show him her handiwork before he bled out. She slapped him, hard, because he might have passed out.
    His eyes popped open, and he bellowed against the gag.
    She placed his member on his chest inside the A and put his still-warm balls over his eyes. She held his head tightly so he couldn’t shake them loose. Blood and body fluid leaked into his eyes, and he went crazy, but it didn’t last for long as the bed soaked up his life fluid.
    She moved the severed penis aside and listened to his chest as his heartbeat staggered to a slow crawl and then stopped. She retreated from his body as he died, just before he let go of his control.
    A sickening sound as his bowels released, leaving a river of shit around his legs. The smell of blood and crap made her want to puke, but she stood over him and maintained control.
    She took the gag out and put his severed dick in his mouth, then his balls back in his eye sockets, which were wide open and locked in pain.
    She made it to the bathroom, calmly lifted the lid, leaned over and tugged her black hair back behind her neck just before a furious stream of vomit erupted from her mouth. She gagged around the burning fluid, then vomited again. The shakes set in, so she sat on the edge of the tub and waited for them to pass.
     
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    Showered, she cranks up the heat in the little room so she can move around naked. She takes the bag out of the closet and lays out her tools. She sorts his clothes and folds them neatly. She