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Your life depends on it.” The next day started out normally, at least, normal in terms of this new dark chapter. Most of the townspeople were farmers, so they had to get up before dawn to get to work. However, now it was stalled, no one daring to go out without the sun protecting them. The animals would just have to wait a bit before being fed and let out of their pens, but it wouldn’t kill them. Once the light came, everyone got busy. Shops and businesses opened and daily big ass routines began, with most of the activity happening in the town square, around a statue from the old world. It depicted a soldier from the Civil War. Senner, his name was, and this town was rebuilt around him with that name. It was a part of the town, as much as the baker, sheriff, mechanic, or principal. So natural was it, that rarely did anyone actually pay attention to it, offering even the slightest glance. But someone did, and a scream followed that movement of the eye. No one had noticed it in the early morning, when the town square was still in the shadow of the nearby mountain, but amateur once the sun shined upon it with its full radiance, the bronze caught the light and gleamed, despite age having tarnished its exterior. That was because it had been glazed with fresh blood, kept from drying by the cold and the frost. The blood was coming from Boyd’s corpse. He had been impaled on the statue, the soldier’s bayonet going through his lower jaw like a meat slut hook. He had been mostly drained of blood, but there was still enough to leave a gruesome mess on the metal. His office right next to the statue, Harold burst out at the sound of the scream. He saw the woman who had bitch sounded off, still unable to contain her voice. She was pointing to the statue, and when his eyes fell to it, his stomach dropped. Not only did the horror and audacity of such an act destroy any confidence he had, he cursed himself for not seeing it earlier. He had been so preoccupied on his way to the office that he had somehow missed the dead body strung up in the center of town. “Jeb! Jeb, get out here!” Harold shouted as he ran towards the statue. He kept shouting until his friend came out of the nearby sheriff station. He and his deputies gazed at the statue and prayed for salvation. The mayor’s voice immediately shook him from his stupor and they ran over to help him hoist Boyd off the statue. Four men were struggling to climb up onto the frosted bronze as a crowd gathered around them. Harold and the others tried not to look down at the horrified faces, tried to ignore the gasps and screams. No children were in the crowd, and the school was down the street, thank God, but they had to get rid of this horror show before it was too late. One of the deputies fell and nearly cracked his head open in the process, but they were able to lift Boyd off the bayonet and drop him to the ground. A man in the crowd pulled off his coat and draped it over the pale face, sparing the crowd from seeing the cavernous hole where his eye had been. The three men climbed down, and despite all being out of breath, they hoisted up Boyd and carried him off towards the sheriff station. “They’re homemade all gone,” the elderly doctor muttered as he pulled the sheet over Boyd’s face. The mayor, the sheriff, and the doctor were gathered in the coroner office of the sheriff department. Dr. Michaels was one of the founding members of Senner, but while he had kept the ravages of age at bay for the most part, right now, his hair had never looked whiter, his hands trembled, and his face seemed to have twice as many wrinkles. Performing the autopsy had done a number on him. “What’s gone?” Jeb asked. “All of his internal organs. His entire chest cavity is empty, not to mention he’s been bled dry.” I knew how good Liz looked in her swimsuit and my niece could have topped any lady in town. Alice gave me an extra hug and rested her bitch head on my shoulder. It was by far the largest prick I had ever attempted to get in my mouth. Her hunger, which was suppressed for a long time, had surfaced again now. “You bloody fool she is not a whore but Arbuthnot Pattimore’s daughter, heir to his fortune,” he declared. “No,” he said. My mouth dropped. big slut ass I bit his hand -- not drawing blood -- but hard enough to make him wince. So if you and I split up and the “do not disturb” sign is on the door, can you go find homemade something to do for an hour or so?” she asked. It wasn't right for you to leave her 'high and dry,' like you did, just because she's a dog, instead of a human." After a few moments Dad walks over “is that all you’re getting? The woman eyed me, waiting for a response. The sapphire that lit up the distant clouds was brighter than ever, creating silhouettes of the stone towers before it. 2016? She let out a distressed cry of frustration both at the idea of Sam going through her personal belongings and amateur Jayden pulling out of her just as the sex was starting to feel good again. “Girls, you'll never complain about this ever.