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Justin half-dragged, half-carried Suko into the bedroom and dumped him on the mattress. He felt the boy's delicate ivory bones shifting under his hands, the boy's exquisite mass of organs pressing against his groin. He wanted to unzip that sweet sack of skin right now, sink his teeth into that beating bleeding heart...but no. He had other plans for this one.
He'd closed the door to the adjacent bathroom in case he brought the boy in here still conscious. Most of a body was soaking in a tub full of icewater and clorox. Suko wouldn't have needed to see that. Justin almost opened the door for the extra light, but decided not to. He didn't want to leave the bedside even for a second.
His supplies were ready on the nightstand. Justin plugged the drill's powercord into the socket behind the bed, gently thumbed up one of Suko's makeup-smudged eyelids and examined the silvery sclera. The sleeping pills had worked fine, as always. He ground them up and put them in a glass before he left. That way, when he brought home company, Justin could simply pour him a drink in the special glass.
He used the scissors to slice off Suko's shirt, which was so artfully ripped up the Justin hardly had to damage it further to remove it. He cut away the beads and amulets, saving the tiny wooden penis, which had caught his eye back at the Stag. His own penis ached and burned. He pressed his ear against the narrow chest, heard the lungs pull in a deep slow breath, then release it just as easilly. He heard blood moving unhurried through arteries and veins, heard a secret stomach sound from down below. Justin could listen to a boy's chest and stomach all night, but reluctantly he took his ear away.
He crawled onto the bed, positioned Suko's head in his lap, and hefted the drill, which was heavier than he remembered. He hoped he would be able to control how far the bit went in. A fraction of an inch too deep into the brain could ruin everything. It was only the frontal lobes he wanted to penetrate, the cradle of free will.
Justin parted the boy's thick black hair and placed the diamond tipped bit against the center of the pale, faintly shiny scalp. He took a deep breth, bit his lip, and squeezed the trigger. When he took the drill away there was a tiny, perfect black hole near the crown of the boy's head.
He picked up the syringe, slid the needle in and forward, toward the forehead. He felt a tiny resistance, as if the needle were passing through a hair-thin elastic membrane. He pushed the plunger and flooded the boy's brain with chlorine bleach.
Three things happened at once.
Suko's eyes fluttered open.
Justin had an explosive orgasm in his pants.
Something heavy thudded against the bathroom door.
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