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Bradley

It is night time. No-one will see us.

Dig. Dig. Dig.

She's pushed up against the bark.

Dig. Dig. Dig.

Her brown hair tumbles down her shoulders. She grabs at my trousers, unzipping the fly.

Dig. Dig. Dig.

She's pretty. Hot. And she wants it.

Dig. Dig. Dig.

I slip myself inside of her.

Dig. Dig. Dig.

She moans.

I cut her corpse from the branches.

I climax.

I push her into the fresh grave.

I'm sweating, breathing heavily.

I vomit again, my skin clammy.

The air smells like sex.

The air smells like death.

I cover my tracks.

I cover the hole.

I turn slowly.

Elizabeth is watching.

Elizabeth is watching.

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