Page 37 of Savage Keepsakes

I stare down at the worthless corpse, kick him over to look at his back, and groan when I realize there are no useful pieces left on him.

“Pathetic asshole.”

Resigned, I pick up the serrated blade, which chews through the skin, muscle, and bone of his arms.

Once they are both off, I stroll back to the fire, throwing them in before turning to grab a smoke from the table.

The white filter smudges with blood and dirt, and I use the firestick to stoke the flames. His torso and head remain, and while I’ve wanted to dig around in the brains before, tonight is not the time.

I’m coated in blood, his vomit lines the rubber on my shoes, and I’m getting tired.

Shaking the hair from my eyes, I rub my shoulder over my mouth to get rid of the sweat. Body odour seeps from me and I wrinkle my nose at it. Not even the smell of him covers it. I need a shower after I clean this place up.

I flick the smoke into the bin and add the rest of the stump remover.

With each stroke of the saw across his neck, the sound of tendons snapping echoes in the room.

After two determined attempts, his head detaches, leaving a stump where his body once was. I waste no time in discarding it into the bin outside, venting my frustration by giving his severed head a swift kick upon re-entering the shop. A dull thud echoes through the space as it hits the table leg and lulls back and forth in the dip on the ground.

Laughter bubbles in my stomach, and the chuckles float through the silent space. With a red-stained finger, I switch on the radio and blast some tunes as I tidy up the floor.

“The flames are ready for you. So sorry I didn’t learn your name, but you touched my girl. I’dhappily mail your tongue to your mother, but someone else can claim the rights to this kill.”

I grab his head and throw it in the air before catching it and flipping it into the flames. As his features liquify like a melting action figure, I find myself unable to contain my laughter once again.

Lighting a cigarette, I watch as the grey bone reveals itself before scorching in the heat. Exhaling the smoke, I poke at the body with the stick before flicking my butt into the bin.

Once the shop is clean, I mix the embers around the bin. Two femurs remain at the bottom. They never combust correctly, and the fucking teeth I’m stuck with.

Another crazy thing that I’ve learned is that belly buttons never burn. They turn into hard little circles like an old Cheerio that got kicked under the fridge.

I pick up my products and flip off the lights for the night before locking up the shop and moving upstairs.

In the apartment, I dump my load of clothes into the washer and head to the shower.

Lou flashes through my mind. I’ve sent the message loud and clear for her to stop fucking around. She doesn’t want to find out what I’ll do if she continues down this road of acting like a fucking whore. If I have to, I’ll maim her so she’s notso fucking pretty.

Once I slide my dick into that perfect cunt, she won’t be looking for anyone else. I can fuck her the way she needs and make her scream with bliss. She’ll become addicted, and I’m more than happy to supply her with all the cock she needs.

In the early hours of the morning, I drive rapidly and smoothly enter the house using my handcrafted key.

I toe off my shoes, set my things down on the kitchen table, and walk up the stairs, avoiding the floor panels that I know creak.

I enter her bedroom, taking a moment to look around for anything out of place. The curtain has been pulled to the side and moonlight outlines her form.

Creeping over to the bed, I stand to the side and take in the curves and contours of her body. Swirling lines decorate her arms with floral patterns, and my attention trails up to her hands under the pillow.

Her light red hair creates a striking contrast against the white sheets. Lou’s tits are straining against the tank she wears, the sheet covering her waiting form.

I undo the buttons on my jeans, my dick already throbbing for her.

Leaning over, I grasp the blanket and pull it down to her ankles. Her hips, soft stomach, and thick thighs come into view, and I bite back the moan that threatens to escape.

Wanting to explore more of her, I nudge her legs open. Her bare cunt comes into view.

When her thighs spread, I want to sink to my knees and worship her, showing her how a real woman deserves to be treated. A soft moan escapes her lips as I grip her skin.

“Billy?” she utters.

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