Bøker av Walter Jones

In The Shadows of LUSTtill, with her eyes wide open and having a jaw drop mouth, seeing, her husband's trunk spread out, one half on the bed, the other barely on the floor. He bends down, and slowly reaches for his right hand as they both lock their eyes on each other. She can feel the caressing of his fingertips rubbing on the left side of her face, as her heart is beating faster, making her more nervous than ever. Then, his massive hand starts making its way down toward her slender neck, and tenderly fits it in the palm of his hand and begins to squeeze, as he's toying with her frantic mind. She suddenly leans forward in a frightened panic to fight him, as the choking cuts off her air supply. Struggling trying to stay alive, poor lady, it's too late. He raises his arms above his head coming down with the ax, splitting her head open, as if it was a watermelon; blood gushes out like running water overflowing from a drinking glass.