Dozer
The scream coming from the man in front of me was music to my ears. I thinly sliced the skin off the man's pectoral, amongst his cries. My club brother Ripper poured rubbing alcohol over the bleeding wound. The man's body was a series of patchwork wounds. I have been slicing pieces off of him in random patterns for the past two days, while my girl recovered. He looked like a bloody quilt. The smell of blood and rubbing alcohol wafted through the shed where we tortured the scum that hurt my woman, the one who shoved his puny d**k down my woman's throat. Roberto killed the man who shoved his knife into her too fast, so I had to settle for this one. Which I was gleefully skinning.
"You thought you could violate my woman and nothing would happen to you? You'll be happy to know
