Prologue “Who are you?” Doc demanded to the unknown stranger as he walked into the room. He was already hot about being snubbed by Killa and wasn’t in the mood for company. “I am the Chief of Police of San Jose, Costa Rica. I believe you know my daughter,” the chief replied in a dangerous tone and produced the jar containing the severed head. The bag also contained tools for torture and murder. It was about to get very ugly in there. “Hey that’s mine!” Doc shouted upon seeing the head in the jar. “Huh?” the cop asked in confusion. “This is my daughter!” “Well your daughter has such good head I decided to keep it,” the doctor shot back. The cop was furious and crossed the room to attack. The bag contained knives, scissors, duct tape, etc…all the party favors a killer needs but the furious father dropped it and attacked from pure rage. Doc was just plain crazy so it was a good match. The two fifty something year old men punched, kicked, and clawed to the death. It was evenly matched until the chief made a lunge for the bag. Doc was smart enough to know the bag contained his murder and went for it too. They fought over the contents until one came up with a knife. “Die!” Doc screamed as he plunged the huge blade into the man’s mouth. It passed through his tonsils, throat, brain, and out the back of his head. His eyes fluttered his good bye and he passed away. Doc let go of the knife and watched the man fall to the floor. He was covered in blood from his head down to his pink erection. Murder always turned him on. The pretty, black woman who lured him there would be nice, but she was gone. Luckily, Bonita was still there. Part of her anyway. “Well hello Miss Bonita,” Doc smiled flirtatiously at the head in the jar. They had had a one sided conversation that ended up with her agreeing to give him some head. That was actually all she had left anyway. She didn’t really say yes, but she didn’t say no either. Dead people tend to be indecisive like that. Doc removed her head from the jar and inserted his penis into the open mouth. With his nasty ass. Once he finished he put it back in the solution to keep it preserved. He showered, dressed, and prepared to embark on his next mission in life. “Sold me out huh buddy?” he asked rhetorically to Killa who was no longer present. “I’ll show you who the real killer is. I’m coming for you now!”
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 02:27:50 +0000
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