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he shoved another ear of corn into brett’s neck hole, then
stood up to watch.
Donaldson had killed a lot of people in a lot of different
ways, but suffocation especially tickled his funnybone.
When people bled to death they just got sleepy. it was tough
to see their expression when they were on fire, with all the
thrashing and flames. Damaging internal organs, depending
on the organ, was either too fast, too slow, or too loud.
but a human being deprived of oxygen would panic
for several minutes, providing quite a show. This kid lasted
almost five, his eyes bulging out, wrenching his neck side to
side in futile attempts to remove the cob, and turning all the
colors of the rainbow before finally giving up the ghost. it got
Donaldson so excited he almost raped him again. but the rest
of the condoms were in the car, and befitting a man his age,
once he got them and returned to the scene of death, his ardor
probably would have waned.
he didn’t bother trying to take brett’s kidney, or any of
his other parts. What the heck could he do with his organs
anyway? Sell them on ebay?
cleanup was the part Donaldson hated most, but he
always followed a strict procedure. First, he bagged everything
associated with the crime. The rubber, the zip tie, the Swiss
army knife, and the two corn cobs, which might have his
prints on them. Then he took a spray bottle of bleach solution
and a roll of paper towels and cleaned out the interior of his
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