Page 81 of Cry Baby
More.
Melodie’s chest split open smoothly as the knife slid through her skin like butter. Her organs and entrails spilled freely onto my lap and the floor.
“No!” I shouted, scooping them up and holding them close, trying to prevent the blood from escaping down the drain.
“One,” I said, slathering the blood onto my hard mixture. It was warm again, sliding over my body with ease.
“Two.”
The smell made my stomach roll, but I let myself vomit, using the warmth to create my paint.
There was nothing in my stomach…
But hers…
Slowly, so as not to rush, I dragged the steel onto Melodie’s stomach, using my teeth to rip open the red organ and grab the liquids just waiting inside.
Yes.
More.
“Three.”
I tasted the fatty organ in my hand. It was so slippery, it was hard to bite into. It reminded me of an egg not quite cooked all the way.
Her intestines were easy. They were thick and filled with more feces to harden the too-slippery paint.
I need this to be perfect.
I need her to be perfect.
Not too slippery.
Not too hard.
Just right.
The intestines reminded me of a pig casing.
Pig.
That mother fucker was why I was here.
“Four.”
He was why Melodie was dead, and Natalie had used me yet again to satisfy her dark urges.
“Little pig, little pig. Let me come inside.” I mused to myself, feeling my body harden under the heavy organs and entrails of my dear friend.
My hand found my dick before I comprehended that the intestines were wrapped around my thick shaft.
Up and down.
Twist.
Slam.
Back up.
