Beth held the gun up against her sister’s left breast, completely covering her areola with the barrel of the gun. She loved it. Porn Her heart was pounding in anticipation. As it was, Béla realized she was actually tired of coming. Béla didn’t know what caliber it was, but the barrel was really huge. Béla didn’t respond, not sure where the next one was going to be. Béla screamed in agony, at the same time wondering why her heart was still beating wildly and her left arm was still attached. The roar of the gun was deafening. She still couldn’t move her legs; it was taking longer for her backbone to heal. ‘And if we do run out of ammo,’ Béla chirped in, ‘we still have a couple boxes of ‘poppers’.’
‘Poppers’ were what Béla had begun calling those delightful little dynamite caps her sister used for blowing up her insides.
