Jughead could hardly believe it.He had wished it and they were dead! He looked at the bauble. "You mustbe magic!" he said. "This is my lucky day! Hell... everyone's lucky day.God must have sent you! The world will be a better, safer place."He went through their pockets. Only six bucks, hardly recompense foryears of torment.The bauble was satisfied with Jughead. He would work out. It was sosatisfying to corrupt such a good person. As for the deaths of thepunks it fed on them, but their lives were. The division of labour was easy, Manny attacked the logistical aspects of the work that would be done in our absence, sorting out assignments and staffing for the jobs which were already on the books and freeing up assets for any work that would come our way while we were gone. Our secretary, Karen Wilde, would relocate to temporary premises with the rest of the office staff and run things from there until we were sure that there was no longer any threat to their safety. Karen would be in daily. With the residue of those feelings still fresh, I began to think about her again. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help it.The information was clear enough. Penny thought I was cheating, unfaithful. So questions arose from this. Did she confide in Martin as a friend, and this turned into a love affair? Did she mistakenly take Patty’s suspicions as certainty? Was this why she didn’t confront me? Or after accepting my proposal, did she get cold feet and this gave her the ideal opportunity to get. .. it couldn't.... As if he could read her mind, Fleck finally spoke. "This is real, cunt." She saw the blade flash above her as it tore downinto her pussy, ripping through her cunt and she screamed shrilly as her sex exploded into a geyser of blood. Weakly, she tried to reach down, to protect her mutilated pussy as Fleck brought the knife down again and again, the blade ripping through her hands and down into her vagina. Her blood sprayed across the room and spread across the.