As he pumped the last drop of cum out of him, he stopped drinking. Her heart was so slow. Struggling, pumping little more than air. This had been a good start to the night, and he needed a new ornament for his bedroom...<br/><br/>He moved his mouth close to her ear, the words more hot breath than voice. He asked,<strong>"Do you want to die?"</strong><br/><br/>He could still feel the pain throbbing through his face. She had spirit, this one. She may be interesting to keep around. At least for a while.