I think my weight has pulled her arm back out of her shoulder socket. Her chin dropped onto her chest as the quivering stopped, and I could smell shit.
Had I killed her? Blowjob sex at least that made her hips hump violently towards me and her vagina tighten even if it wasn’t a real orgasm.
I lay back blissfully and planned her crucifixion now she was already tied to a makeshift cross bar. Should I use nails? Suddenly I realised how late it had become and that I was an hour away from home and expected back at work tomorrow. I quickly untied her from the branch, tied her wrists and ankles together, removed, washed and replaced the gag, after giving her a drink of water then dragged her, naked and shivering, beneath a bramble covered upturned old fibreglass boat mould. I am not a murderer, I just put on my trousers, shirt and socks but laid the rest of my clothes over her, adding a spare
