The Terrible Tales of Andrew Tanglewood Part O) The Chambermaid

I recall the glaze in her eyes afterwards, but her name eludes me. Tired, I hadn’t fucked her; just killed her. Death lacking intimacy hadn’t excited me at all. Right then I realised that she’d killed me instead. I was a beast and a savage; the ‘man’ inside was dead.

 

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