"Listen to his bones crunching, kitten." Patrick licked his lips.
Patrick and I were finishing off the last of the loser's club.
"I want to try!" I pouted.
Patrick handed me the metal baseball bat. He smirked wildly.
I swing the bat over my head and into the stuttering boy's head. He lay twitching on the ground, it personified his stutter.
"What's the matter B-b-b-billy?" Patrick taunted. "She too strong for ya?"
I eyed Patrick up and down. He way he towered over me, his sadistic smile.
I swung the bat one final time and he lay dead. He was done.
"You're so good, kitten. I'm so proud of you."
I beamed at his words. They were filled with dripping red lust.
"Let's go home, doll." Patrick took the bat from my hand, blood dripping. "Your clothes look uncomfortable. Let go get them off."
"Yes, daddy."
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OOF SORRY THAT WAS TRASH
