Nighttime Nicks

He grabs the next woman he sees and shoves her into the alley. Holding her by the throat against the wall, he rips her shirt open. Looking with indifference at her mountainous breasts, he pulls a knife from his jacket pocket. Soon her chest is stained in a crimson red.
Next, he unzips her skirt and lets it fall to her ankles. He forces her face to the wall and soon her tiny ass is dripping maroon. He wipes the blade clean in her hair, unheeding the locks that come loose. He loosens his hold on her.
“Put your clothes back on.” She complies with robotic motions, not realizing that she could now run. Once she has herself back in order, he turns her towards the entrance of the alley.
He whispers in her ear, “Have a wonderful life.” He pushes her closer to freedom. That’s when instinct finally kicks in and she begins to sprint towards the light.
He strikes out quickly and she stumbles onto the sidewalk, blood starting to melt from her slit throat. Laughter fills the night air.

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