You’ll be down in hell.”Damien’s telekinesis seized the silver throwing knife embedded in his chest. He wrenched it out, turned the blade, and s...ammed it into the Texan’s throat. Arterial red sprayed. The big man reached at his throat, gaping as he brushed the blade embedded in him. He pulled the knife out.A crimson fountain spurted.“Fuck,” he muttered as he spilled over. “Shouldn’t have ... done that.”Damien heaved the corpse off of him, licking his lips, savoring the Texan’s blood. He had one. Look, there I am drooling over your changes on the sideof the couch but nothing's happening. It seems that changes by thenecklace aren't recorded for some reason." Maybe it's magic," I giggled. It was a girly giggle that didn't soundright with the booming voice I now had. We both cringed at it. "Sorry.Can I have my phone? I want to make that call." You have your phone." She patted my pocket. "I'm checking the entirerecording." Right." I pulled out my phone and called the police.***That night we. ..« Snowing again » I grumbled to myself. It snowed all evening, again, and I have an early meeting in the morning. I’m not a morning person so I can’t wait until morning to shovel the driveway – it will end up with me rushing late for work. “I had to watch Kimmel…! and now I’m stuck shoveling this late. Grr.” So be it. I was already in my nightgown, a rather short one. It barely covers my ass but it’s my favorite one, baby blue and with a thin white lace ribbon holding the flimsy material up.. He wailed and kicked his legsbut to no avail. Dutch hit him again and again, turning his palebackside to bright pink and then glowing red. Richard cried freely, hisfleshy face a mask of suffering and shame, while his wife looked on withdelight.Not until Richard was a sobbing mess, nose running, breath coming ingasps, did Dutch stop and stand up abruptly, dumping his victim onto thefloor in a heap. Maureen's features were flushed with excitement. Shegot a perverse thrill from seeing her.