The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“We all are the same, underneath this skin, sinner wanting to bathe in the blood of the innocent,” He says, smiling as he slices the knife across Rusty’s chest, severing her bra straps, and causing her ample breasts to topple out.
”But I do so love that skin,” he says.
Find the extended version in Dismembered Tales And Entrails Volume 4
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