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take his time with her. He would rape and brutalize her. And then kill her. And after that she would be just another dead girl thrown away in the woods, left to rot and have her flesh devoured by forest creatures. It wasn’t fair. She was meant for so much more than this. She was special. Everyone she’d ever known had told her so. Special people weren’t supposed to get slaughtered in the woods by redneck cretins.
    Earl kicked her again, making her roll onto her back. She stared helplessly up at him, tears again blurring her vision as he planted a boot against her stomach.
    He aimed the gun at her face again. “Say ‘Please don’t kill me, Earl’.”
    Daphne could only whimper.
    Earl pressed his booted foot down harder and the whimper became a rising whine. “Say it, bitch.”
    The pain was too much. She choked off the whine. “Please don’t kill me, Earl.”
    He laughed.
    And then he used his free hand to pull down his zipper.
    So he was getting right to it. Daphne knew there was no way to stop what was coming. She also knew there was nothing to be gained by begging. This monster would have his depraved way with her regardless. But she begged anyway. She couldn’t help it. With a vile violation moments away from occurring, helpless instinct overpowered pride.
    “Please…please don’t rape me. Please…”
    Earl laughed as he reached inside his open fly. “I ain’t gonna rape you, bitch. I wanna show you something.”
    Daphne figured this was more bullshit. He was just playing with her again, reveling in a bit of psychological torture. But then his hand came out of his fly, tugging his cock out with it. Daphne cringed and moaned at the sight of it. It was much larger than average, for one thing, but that wasn’t what triggered this fresh wave of revulsion. It looked like a piece of rotting meat that had been left out in the sun for days, oozing and bursting with open sores. Several white warts the size of a man’s knuckles lined its underside. One of his balls was shriveled and the other had swollen to the size of a baseball. As she stared at Earl’s diseased member in horrified wonder, she saw what looked like a maggot squirm out of one of the open sores and then promptly disappear inside another.
    Earl was watching her face and laughing.
    Daphne felt bile surge into her throat. She turned her head to the side and managed to get up on one shoulder just in time to spew a stream of scalding vomit on the ground. Earl’s boot came away from her stomach and she was able to roll over and push her torso up off the ground an instant before the next blast of puke erupted from her mouth.
    She kept heaving for a few more minutes. Her stomach was empty now, but it kept convulsing. She felt feverish and her arms were shaking. And then Earl kicked her in the ass and she cried out as she pitched forward into the puddle of vomit. She moaned in disgust and rolled onto her back, wiping the regurgitated contents of her bowels away from her face with shaking hands.
    Earl laughed. “You can see I wasn’t lying, right? I won’t rape you, but only because I can’t. Hurts too much to force this mess up inside any hole. But I can still stroke it if I do it real gentle-like.”
    He began to demonstrate.
    Daphne wanted to look away, but some sick fascination compelled her attention. Her face twisted in disgust as the shaft of Earl’s enormous diseased cock began to lengthen. As it did, some of the oozing sores opened wider and more of the little wriggling white things spilled out of the holes. One of the big white warts popped and a burst of pus spattered the ground.
    Daphne cringed. “Jesus.”
    Earl had a pained look on his face, too. “Yeah, that one hurt.”
    Daphne couldn’t fathom why the rotting thing hadn’t fallen off his body. She also wasn’t sure what manner of virulent venereal disease had infected this redneck goon. It looked like a combination of things. “Why the fuck don’t you get that