The Grey Bitch squirmed on the ground where Jeremiah had dropped her, clearly still in significant pain, cum leaking from her ass and pussy. Jeremiah knelt down next to, laying his hand on her yoke to stop her moving.<br/><br/>"Save your strength; you still have a long road, and many trials, ahead of you." Jeremiah told her solemnly, glaring into her tear filled eyes, "you will die before you reach the end, if you try to go alone. But if you are faithful, and more importantly; repentant, then I know He will deliver you home." He reached into his pocket and pulled from it a small, silver crucifix, hanging from a thin chain.<br/><br/>"This is all I have left of the woman you murdered. She always wore it, till the day she died." Jeremiah paused for a second to compose himself, "and now I think you should have it, as a reminder; both of what you've done, and that you can be forgiven - though not by me." He lent forward, over Kriss's face, and reaching around the sides of her neck, chain in hand, to attach the necklace.<br/><br/>At the last second though, before he could do up the clasp, Jeremiah stopped. A sudden doubt had come over him; on the one hand, it felt right that she should have Elaine's necklace, now that she had been punished for her crime, but part of him couldn't stomach the idea of giving it to her. Punished or no, the bitch had still murdered his wife, and Jeremiah hated the idea of her taking all that was left of Elaine and continuing to live her indecent life. And where would that leave him? With nothing but memory, nothing to prove that this judgement had even taken place, and not been just another fantasy. If Jeremiah was to give her the thing he cherished most, she would have to repay him somehow.<br/><br/>He pondered for a while, his arms still around her neck. What could she give him? What did a whore cherish most?<br/><br/>And then he had a thought. It was a cruel thought, but none could argue that the Grey Bitch had not earned cruelty. She had had much taken from her, but as Jeremiah saw it, she still had that which an amoral slut like her would value. Without a word, Jeremiah withdrew the necklace. He stood up, then sat back down again, this time one Kriss's stomach so that he was straddling her, and pinning her to the ground. The way he sat now, her face was behind him, but that was of little interest.<br/><br/>Carefully, Jeremiah began probing Kriss's mutilated sex with his hefty fingers. Pulling open the shredded lips, it didn't take him long to find what he was looking for; the little nub of flesh. With his free hand, he reached to his pockets, he kept an array of tools and other odds and ends with him, and now he pulled out a pair of pliers. Still holding her open with one hand, Jeremiah reached down and took hold of Kriss's clit with the pliers, squeezing down so that the tip bulged grotesquely. He proceeded to pull on it, stretching it tort. Now, his non-plier hand reached for the combat knife he kept at his hip.<br/><br/>With steady hands, he began sawing with the serrated blade. The hardy knife made short work of her tender skin, and soon enough, Jeremiah had cut right through the base of Kriss's clit, leaving it a bloody lump clasped in his pliers.<br/><br/>Ignoring The Grey Bitches protests, Jeremiah remained seated on top of her. He sheathed his knife, after wiping the blood off on her thigh, and again drew out the silver crucifix. For a while, he sat comparing the objects in his hands. They were quite a contrast, the clean silver cross in one, and mangled lump of tissue in the other; soaked in blood and ejaculate. This struck Jeremiah as a significant kindness to the Grey Bitch, though he knew it would be a long time until the realised it.<br/><br/>Pocketing the pliers - and the severed clit they clasped - Jeremiah carefully removed the crucifix from the necklace, leaving only a single ringlet at the top. He then rummaged around in his pocket until he found what he needed; a word old safety pin. He threaded it through the ringlet, and again leaned down to probe Kriss's bleeding pussy. He quickly exposed the raw tissue where her clit had once been, and it was here that he drove in the pin, pushing it in deep before hooking it back around and working the tip out of her flesh. With a happy sigh, he closed the safety pin.<br/><br/>Jeremiah now stood up again and looked down at his work. The Grey Bitch would never take a life with her hands again, and a more tasteful symbol now hung where her clit used to be. Jeremiah felt sure now that his job was done. He reached down and took hold of the yoke, and with some effort, he hauled it up, pulling Kriss to her feet. He held her up until she found her balance, then released her, pointing her in the direction of Battery Park. After that, he returned to his home, taking his souvenir with him.<br/><br/>For the rest of his days, he would where the severed clitoris proudly on a chain around his neck. It quickly became common knowledge who it had belonged to, and he received plenty of congratulations, though it didn't help his reputation as somewhat unbalanced.<br/>