The Present
David had finished ejaculating for the third time. He let the video continue to play, ensuring one final humiliation of those damn Jews. He sneered at the image of his daughter on the screen.
At least he and Tom had succeeded. She’d become a total slut.
The bottle of scotch was almost empty.
He slowly lifted himself from his chair. He walked on unsteady legs to the table.
Two items were on the table. An antique revolver and a letter from the Department of Corrections.
He had read it over and over.
Tom had been shanked in the prison courtyard. He was dead.
David knew he was next. He held too many secrets of too many powerful men. Witness protection doesn’t work when the people who run the government want you dead.
He picked up the revolver and looked over at the television. The mouth stretcher was back in place and his cock, fresh from her anal rape, was between Susan’s lips.
Smiling, he put the muzzle into his mouth, cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger.