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The girl’s head rolled from side to side. There was no turning back now. The effects of Rohypnol wear off after a few hours.

He had work to do.

He ran his hands over her naked body. She winced as he pushed her legs apart, but didn’t wake. Looking at her splayed out made him want her properly this time. But he stopped himself.

He couldn’t afford for his DNA to be found.

He knelt.

The blade made a sighing noise as it cut through the air. There was a spasm of wet jerking as skin, muscle and artery were cut.

Even then she didn’t wake. The blood began to flow like paint cans tipped over, and as it did the shaking in his body slowed, then stopped, as if the flames of a fever were easing.

He was glad he’d done it quickly. The next job he had to do would be messy.