i read it when i was like, a freshmen in high school on a plane flight, no wrapper.
brett goes on like 12 page descriptions of pure violence jags. i'm patrick bateman, but i like chicks.
I try using the power drill on her, forcing it into her mouth, but she's conscious enough...and so I hold her head up, blood dribbling from her mouth, and make her watch the reset of the tape and while she's looking at the girl on the screen bleed from almost every possible orifice, I'm hoping she realizes that this would have happened to her no matter what... During this, the jukebox plays Frankie Valli singing "The Worst That Could Happen" and I'm grimly lip-synching to it, while pushing the Habitrail tube up into this bitch's cunt. I finally have to resort to pouring acid around the outside of the pussy so that the flesh can give way to the greased end of the Habitrail
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"She has no waist, no arse...an interesting face...but all we are really worshipping is two bags of silicone"
Martin Amis "honoring" katie price with a character bearing some of her traits