Yanking the pillow from under her head, I pushed it over her face and pressed down hard. “Take her downtown,” the plainclothes detective told them. XXX He staggered back, still holding the coffees in his hands. Small, my hands had to be smaller, I rolled my hands and finger together, the bones contracted, the space between bones collapsed. The bitch was shorter than me, I rammed my elbows back into Candy’s fat tits, hard. Bending down I took the car keys, walked back to the cop car, dumped his dead partner out of the car. Pounding her beautiful face, I smashed her nose flat, I kept beating her. The index finger of her free hand went to her lips, and she played with the long nail in her teeth, not quite biting it.
