by Kris Weeks
The hooded man pleased himself as he shredded her femininity to a bloody mess. He grated faster and faster as he grinded himself against her thigh until he ejaculated on
himself.
The hooded man pulled the grater away from Amanda’s body and realized she had stopped moving. He shook the excess flesh to the side of him and noticed that the rise and fall of her chest had stopped. He shook her leg; but Amanda did not move. He pulled out a small two inch long flashlight to view the damage that he had done. Her nipple or lack thereof was still bleeding and had blood running down her flat stomach. He ran his finger through the blood down to her sweetness that was now
mutilated. The skin had been totally removed and he was now able to see her bone. He ran his finger against the bone and put his hand further inside of her. With no skin there; he was unable to resist the temptation to put his whole hand inside of her. A piece of skin stopped him as it caught his hand between his thumb and
forefinger. He pushed through and broke the thread of skin and placed his whole hand inside of Amanda.
The man pulled his knife out from his belt and gashed from her left collar bone, around her tit and down her ribs. He flipped the blade around and started breaking the ribs as he beat the handle through each bone, then reached in and pulled out the heart.
He was pleased with the damage he had caused. The hooded man pulled out his hand and stood up and slapped the grater against the side of the dumpster and placed the grater in the pocket of his hoodie.
He took one last look at the disfigured body that lie on the ground and turned and walked away.
