For the slightest moment her smile falters as I push her up against the wall. Her intense eyes scan my face then close as I move in for another kiss. I pull off her shirt and unbutton her pants, and her clothes drop to the floor in a pile. I direct us toward the bedroom where we fall into the bed. I recline slightly against the headboard and pull her onto my lap backwards, her bare, toned back facing me.

She pulls out my cock and guides it into her. Her posture changes and I slide deep into her moist cavity; her back straightens and then begins arching. She rhythmically gyrates her hips. My left hand moves to the back of her head. Her short hair between my fingers, I get a good grip and pull her head back. She responds with a moan and an increase in speed. My right hand moves over her nose and soft lips.

She gently grips my right forearm for support as she nears climax. I can feel the shift in her muscles as she achieves orgasm. My grip tightens, and I can tell she needs to breathe. She tries pulling my hand away unsuccessfully. Still in orgasm, her body does not stop undulating. I turn her head to the right as far as it will naturally go, and then, with a quick wrench, I twist it further eliciting a loud crack. Every muscle in her body stiffens, and I give it one more tug, cracking bone and stretching the soft skin on her neck. I’m now looking straight into her wide, glassy eyes.

I move my hand away from her mouth. It falls limply open, and a trickle of blood and saliva drips from her bottom lip. Her tongue is moving as if she is trying to say something. She cannot articulate any words, but the look in her eyes asks for her: “Why?”

Her body begin to go limp, but as I support her with my hand on her abdomen, I can feel tremors radiation through her muscles. For a few seconds, under the reflex control of her spinal cord, her body still moves erratically on my cock, but the movements are soon reduced to nothing more than sporadic twitches every few seconds.

I sit up with my chest against her upper back and press my lips against hers. I can feel her respond ever so slightly, and though her eyes are growing dull and unfocused, I can still tell she is here.

Her arms have fallen limply to her sides, and her body has gone completely still. I continue pressing into her, however, and with each consecutive thrust I can see the light in her eyes fade a little more. I move my hand across her chest and grip her misshapen, dislocated neck. As I come inside her, a spasm courses through her body. I watch as her eyelids flutter and her eyes roll back slightly. She lets out a ragged exhale, and I know she is gone.

I grab her waist and lift her off me, letting her fall forward onto the bed. A steady trickle of urine soaks into the bedsheets. I record her serial number for proof and load the remains into the body bag. All I have to do is dispose of her, and no one will be any the wiser.