Rotting Dead F*cks: An Extreme Novel of Horror, Sex, Gore and the Undead

by Matt Shaw

  “Fucking good.” I couldn’t contain my excitement as I started to build into a steady rhythm. To think, after I had killed her, I had collapsed from tiredness. Must be having my second wind. “What about you?” I asked her. “Good?”

  “The best,” she smiled at me with her dead face. I looked down at my cock as it pushed in and pulled out of her sopping cunt. Strings of black tar clinging to it. In my mind it wasn’t black tar or anything as sick. In my mind it was her juicy cunt batter sticking to my cock. I couldn’t contain myself and withdrew quickly before I moved down her body until I was mouth to pussy. My brain was screaming ‘no’ somewhere inside but my body (my tongue in particular) chose to ignore it and I found myself greedily lapping at her sour milk despite a gagging reflex. Don’t care. So fucking horny and so…I stopped. My tongue was numb. Numb, that is, other than a strange tingling sensation as though it were trying to wake up. A burning feeling scalding the back of my throat. Eyes and nose streaming. What the fuck is this?

  “What have you fucking done to me?” I asked the dead girl. She did not respond. With her eyes at the back of her head still - she wasn’t even looking at me. Colin was, though. He was looking right at me. A look of satisfaction on his face. A look of justice. I staggered back against the wall and pulled myself up. “What have you fucking done?” I screamed again. The words didn’t sound quite right though. I dropped to my knees as my legs gave way; the same numb feeling killing my tongue. “What glerk ark hack,” weren’t the words I was trying to spit. Panic rushed through me. At least I think it did - everything is numb. My arms and legs flailing all over the place as I struggle to maintain control over my body.

  Colin fucking laughing at me. His dead eyes fixed upon me. I’m sure I heard him say, “You did this to yourself.” I fell forward onto my face. It should have hurt but the numbness meant I felt nothing. I was grateful for that at….brains. Warm tasty brains. Brains. Brains. Braiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnssssssssss……………..

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