She licked his sperm from her lips and swallowed while the others composed themselves and rose to their feet. A gentle breeze played through the pines around them and a dark cloud drifted across the sun. XXX “The Pallid Mask!” she cried out, joyously, as a scourge bit deep into her spurting cunt and Dmitri’s spear drove through her ribs and into her heart. “Stigmata?” asked Dmitri, arching an eyebrow. Four of them had left the back door of the old convent that day, Dmitri told her; they cast dark shadows in the bright, summer sunshine. At a sign from Dmitri, Leon stepped forward and stood over her. His wild hair and beard, broad forehead and deep-set eyes were familiar from the many news stories about Waldenstein’s most prolific serial killer and cannibal, but few women would ever dare come so close to him. There were pictures of headless women on slabs, human thighs and other
