Little Alison had been sent down to give the two daddy pigs a lesson. They were fat and balding and smelled of sweat and old spunk and skanky roll up cigarettes. They sat in their separate houses sending pictures to each other. They sometimes did unspeakable things to babies.
Having been murdered in such a way by her own father at the age of three, Alison had grown strong in the safe hands of the women of Lextalionis for the last ten years and at thirteen was considered ready to inflict some deadly karma.
She went to their respective back doors. Not that it really mattered how she got inside but she decided to enjoy herself. She carried a heavy brown gladstone bag and mesmerised they each let her in immediately.
Bound and gagged they trembled in anticipation until she placed a chopping board under their cocks and nicked every centimeter in preparation for each accurate slice.
They each screamed and cried and blubbed like babies until they were gone.
It was a very small consolation.
