Page 23 of Desperate Valentine

“I grew up around farms, Jude. I think I can handle it. Thanks for the concern,” I huff.

“Oh—but have you heard a pig crunch down on a body part before?”

“N-no, not exactly.”

“I personally love the sound, but you might not.”

“Only one way to find out, sir.”

He laughs, tilting his head to the side as if to say ‘you sure about that?’.

“Let’s go then.” He swings Charles’ body over his shoulder again and heads off through the barn door.

Not going to lie, the barn smells like death and it doesn’t look much better either. Everything that was once metal is covered in a burgundy rust, and I’m almost positive there’s fresh blood still on the floor.

The pigs are adorable though. All of them are lined up against the side of the pen, staring at us like we just brought them dessert.

“They’re ready for a feast,” I chuckle, watching Jude slam Charles down on the table.

As soon as he hits the cold metal surface, his eyes shoot open for just a second before closing again.

“Well, I guess he won’t make it much longer. He’s lost enough blood by now, I would think,” Jude says, reaching down to grab the chainsaw from the floor.

“Will he feel you cutting into him?” I ask, stepping even closer to the table.

“He might. Let’s hope, anyway.” He smirks, pulling back on the pulley to start the chainsaw.

Just as it roars to life, Charles opens his eyes again and starts to frantically scream. All the while, blood is spouting from his mouth.

“Hush now, Charles. The pigs will get all excited,” Jude hollers over the noise.

I don’t know why, but seeing Jude in what seems to be his norm has me hornier than I’ve ever been before.

I’d probably let him fuck me right now if he wasn’t busy removing limbs from Charles’ body.

He starts off with his left arm with a look of sheer determination written all over his face. Its hot as hell.

Charles passes out when Jude is halfway through the bone.

After a few minutes pass by, he finally gets through and rips the arm off, since it’s only hanging on by a thread of skin.

He continues with the rest of his limbs as I stand there in complete silence, my clit throbbing.

Halfway through sawing off Charles’ last leg, he lifts his head and locks eyes with me.

Shit.

As soon as he’s finished, he sets the chainsaw down on the ground and steps toward me and I back up against the wooden post.

“What’s that look about? Are you scared, Veronica?” he growls.

“N-no, I—”

“I’ll need your help with the last part, little leopard.”

“What? Why? I’m not touching him.” I’m barely able to breathe at just the thought of touching the dismembered body parts.

“Relax. I just need you to spread some sawdust over the blood while I feed the last of him to the pigs.” He reaches out, pushing a section of my hair out of my face with his bloody fingers.

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