Lucy lies precariously on her back while watching her enemy cackle triumphantly. Like an unstable reactor, her knob squirms uncontrollably with bouts of jizz discharging erratically from the throbbing pressures of her molested body. She gasps. Her heart pounds to the pace and intensity of fear and excitement. A solitary tear trickled down her cheek, followed by a few shallow streams from her watery eyes. She sniffles at the matter-of-fact realization of death. It's over, she thinks. The defiant warrior raises her quivering hand and points her weapon shakily. Another rope of c.u.m escapes. Her head mad like birds.
"Die with me, BITCH."