Their masturbation was frantic and noisy, both men moaned and dribbled, their whitened flesh quivering. Reverend Samuel came first, his semen shooting across the room, spitting black in the air, sizzling onto the floor. His erection still full, he turned and approached me, chanting and licking the long blade of the knife.
Rob, help me!
Rob, I've forgotten everything I've ever known!
My lady in white, help me. Rob, please make this end. Oh Rob!
Chanting. Endless and hypnotic chanting.
I gave up trying to scream: quietly awaited my death...
"Come to us, Mother Of Death. Feed upon virgin flesh!"