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I lean in above her and shout, over her screams, ”Try to scream, scream, keep screaming…” I’ve opened all the windows, and the door to my terrace and when I stand over her, the mouth opens and not even screams come out anymore, just horrible, guttural, animal-like noises, sometimes interrupted by retching sounds. ”Scream, honey,” I urge, ”keep screaming.” I lean down, even closer, brushing her hair back. ”No on cares. No one will help you…” She tries to cry out again but she’s losing consciousness and she’s capable of only a weak moan. I take advantage of her helpless state and, removing my gloves, force her mouth open and with the scissor cut out her tongue, which I pull easily from her mouth and hold in the palm of my hand, warm and still bleeding, seeming so much smaller than in her mouth, and throw it against the wall, where it sticks for a moment, leaving a stain, before falling to the floor with a tiny wet slap. Blood gushes out of her mouth and I have to hold her head up so she won’t choke. Then I her in the mouth, and after I’ve ejaculated and pulled out, I Mace her some more.
Later, when she briefly regains consciousness, I put on a porkpie hat I was given by one of my girlfriends freshman year at Harvard. ”Remember this?” I shout, towering over her. ”And look at this!” I scream triumphantly, holding up a cigar. ”I still smoke cigars. Ha. See? A cigar.” I light it with steady, bloodstained fingers, and her face, pale to the point of blueness, keeps contracting, twitching with pain, her eyes, dull with horror, close, then open halfway, her life reduced to nightmare. ”And another thing,” I yell, pacing. ”It’s not Garrick Anderson either. The suit is by Armani! Giorgio Armani.” I pause spitefully and, leaning into her, sneer, ”And you thought it was Henry Stuart. Jesus.” I slap her hard across the face and hiss the words ”Dumb ,” spraying her face with spit, but it’s covered with so much Mace that she probably can’t feel it, so I Mace her again and then I try to her in the mouth once more but I can’t come so I stop.
