1. Shredder - part II


    Date: 12/31/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Body modification, Bondage and restriction, Cock & ball torture, Cruelty, Death, Drug, Humiliation, Mind Control, Murder, Snuff, Torture, Violence, Author: PJ Wolfwalker, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    floor section in the front hall, ending up impaled on a set of poison-tipped punjii stakes in the basement. He was dead in under a minute. Next day, looking for him, the first assessor came to the farm. Then the place was swarming with police. First they were thinking they were looking at a booby-trapped house ‘til they saw the coffin in the living room. Opening the lid, they found Eddie’s body and Sandy’s head. As they moved about the house they met with several ‘accidents’ A sharp spear driven through the chest of one officer as he opened the bedroom door, another shot by a string of shotgun shells wired to the latch of the basement door. As they reached the basement, and stepped on the mat at the foot of the stairs, they smelled furnace fuel as they triggered a propane tank that exploded like a bomb, igniting the fuel oil, sending the whole place up in a towering hellish inferno that consumed the bodies of three cops, two county assessors, Eddie and Sandy’s remains and all evidence that would ever convict the young woman who was looking out the window of the cottage down the road a half-mile distant who called 9-1-1 and reported the explosion and fire at the old farm. She was truly shocked ...
    when investigators discovered the uncle’s body under the pile of horse shit and determined foul play that would have sent Eddie to jail for life. After the inquest, she bought the land in a county auction for a couple of thou she’d gotten from Sandy’s bank account. The next summer, the area was skinned clean by a grass fire one night. After her insurance company settled for her cottage, car and the value of the old farm, Christine sold the whole flattened area to a farmer who was delighted to get his hands on that much clear acreage. Chris bought new clothes, stuffed them in the little car she’d parked in the self-storage place a month before. The next week, she moved into a furnished trailer in the next county. Based on a will that bore Sandy’s signature, she collected the dead girl’s life insurance and the key to a safety deposit box in Eddie’s name. It contained about fifty thousand dollars of newly matured government bonds, now worth a hundred and twenty. With nearly a million, she packed up and headed for Mexico. The Federales had long since stopped looking for a girl her height with red hair, driving an old Ford wagon stolen from a drug dealer. Time for planning another girl and cash score.
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