Hank sat in a lawn chair, watching his daughter’s corpse slowly turn over the hot coals as he held her severed head in his lap, his erection nestled snugly up inside her throat and into the back of her mouth as he tenderly stroked her sleek chestnut hair.

He knew she was long dead, but he liked to imagine she was watching her body roast with him, enjoying the taste of her daddy’s cock one last time.