Club Fatale Pt. 8 by nightscribe

“You may have her meat, Evan. I’m sure she would have wanted that.”

And with that he exited.

I turned back to Olivia. My cock twitched at the sight her bloody face. Several fuckings later, I was as spent as I had ever been.

I left the Blue Room that night with a pair of severed heads and absolute satisfaction.

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