Chapter 43

She hung from the large hands of her masked killer, lifeless and unmoving.  Her face had turned an ugly purple shade, as the oxygen had been cut off from her lungs and then her brain.  Her pink nightgown had come undone in her struggles, and she was wearing only a panty underneath, her shapely, lifeless breasts exposed for all to see.  I couldn’t believe the strength of the man who was holding her up, but then he was twice her size, and she was a petite woman. 

Viktor had approached her now, where she hung, and he placed his hand on her dead breast, squeezing the nipple briefly. 

“Such a pity.” He sighed. 

He nodded at the gunman who was holding her, and he let go of the belt, dropping her to...

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