*URP* A knife is dug under Luther’s chin…

*GUHHHH* *GUHHHH* Luther gets lifted into the air as blood streams from his mouth…

“Gosh, mister, leaving a poor defenseless, ready-to-be violated bitch to fend for herself. How cruel!” Becky holds Luther higher with the knife under his chin. She has enough strength in her left arm that it’s practically effortless.

Luther feels all his strength sapping away. He’s defenseless and hopeless. Luther didn’t realize it, but against all logic, he did not escape outside as intended when he stepped through that front door. Somehow, someway, he instantly looped back into the kitchen…

“I was disappointed, mister. I was hoping a crusty perverted old man would come in here and lose himself at the sight of a lonesome girl.” Becky squeezes her boob.

“Breaking down the door, touching me everywhere, forcing me to the floor, and driving hot, long, thick, bulging steel deep inside me underneath the glow of filthy films~❤️” Becky twists the blade. “Deeper, ah, yes, deeper…” Becky huffs and sweats.

Luther wants to scream in pain but doesn’t have the energy to do so. He drops the phone on the floor. Hearing laughter from the receiver.

“Not even a friendly phone call was enough to give you any hints or inspiration…” Becky moans. “Tsk. Tsk. Such a disappointment. The others couldn’t wait to get their hands on me.” She reaches under her shirt to play with her nipple. “Guess I’ll have to please myself first before you finish bleeding out~❤️” She bites her lip.

Becky feels a tap on her shoulder.

“You can please yourself AFTER you finish putting my friend down.” Someone sassily states.

“Well, I wouldn’t have to be pleasing myself first if your friend would find his balls and-” Becky turns around…

“A GHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST!!! (with nipples?!)” Becky has never seen anything so horrible in her entire life and flees from the kitchen like cannon fire.

Lyra scratches her cheek. Feeling surprised and awkward…

*BOOM* *CRASH* Sounds of breaking wood and cracking glass are heard from the living room…

Luther falls to the floor.

“Luther, honey! Luther, listen!” Lyra squeezes his hand.

Luther’s eyelids are heavy, so so heavy, as he gobbles his own puddle of blood…

“Luther, listen, I can’t do this for you. Reach into your deck and…LUTHER!”

…

“LUTHER!”

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“LUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!”

-CHAPTER END-

-Nightmare’s overture-