When he left the subway, Margaret headed the street at a brisk pace since late for work. To gain some time, entered the alley leading into the back of the store.
The portal was gloomy and sinister, those old ones that give the sensation that you enter the dungeons of a castle instead of behind the scenes at a local furniture design that was where he worked Marga.
Suddenly he felt a presence behind her. When I went to turn it prevented a large hand he dug his fingers into the throat so hard that he could not articulate even a single groan. Vanished.
woke up in the store, gagged with tape, with arms raised and tied to a railing was well above his head.
A few yards he was, excited, in the dark, without a word, or gesture, noting his despair, the urine that trickled down her shapely legs, her whole body trembling, cold, fear, uncertainty ... So, naked before him, he could not conceal the slightest expression of terror which would make him feel.
She pleaded with bulging eyes, did not understand.
heard a nasal breathing and appeared out of the darkness a great dog, dogo argentino, black, slimy and very breathless. At a command from his master, the dog approached her and started licking. She writhed in a circle on the binding of his hands, hurting deeply. He felt the blood rolling down his arms. The dog also and joined the huge legs posing in his chest to lick the red river that was sliding over her shoulders. I felt her hot breath in the face, the drool dripping on your skin trembling, foul language the huge and scratching the skin scraping, crawling over and over again. She dared not haggard looking jaw that could tear an arm or head of a mouthful. .
Until you let it clean is not low to the ground but continued sniffing all over her body. Also licked all the urine was blasted for its legs. Puddle soil absorbed as if it were fresh water and stepped back to bow at the feet of his master.
A pat on the back and out loud, deafening to the ears of Marga, the even more worried if fit. Noto
a puncture in his stomach, buttocks, looked and saw only small holes for leaving drops of blood, pecked incessantly, wounding her in the most sensitive parts, breasts, armpits, English. Nails were bricolage gun, fired at full power is embedded in the flesh. Their screams drowned
made him come arcades, was drowning, I could hardly breathe through the nose as vomiting was coming out, trying to control, resist, kicking against anything, each time with less strength, ... heard a noise on the floor ... .. as nails, proved darts with sharp points and heavy.
He pointed to his feet and she jumped trying to avoid them, until they ended up using his body as a target and she lost consciousness. Take about ten diving when he started to bleed with you was right in the jugular. It formed a huge puddle around his body viscous inert.
Quench your craving for this macabre scene, was satisfied. He got up, motioned to Gros, the dog, to clean everything and went away, knowing that would good account of it when he felt hungry.
I saw him once every two weeks, but nothing was a dog unattended, it was enough to let him eat a luncheon for those two weeks, just the time he needed to not go crazy and go back to realize their fantasies.
closed the gate of the ancient underground dungeon, rose, took off his huge cloak that covered her looking in the mirror and adjusted his tie, stood the elegant American and wiped the dust from their shoes.
Although much delayed, it was time to open the store.
Pilar Moreno, January 22, 2009
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