Now.
It was time.
He took off his shoes,
then his other clothes, then put his shoes back on. There was always
a risk that he'd get blood on his shoes, though he hadn't yet, but
there was no way he was going to walk around barefoot in the dark.
He opened the door on the van and unlocked the lift-up lid of the
bench. The twink lay quite still, obviously still drugged.
Good.
He lifted him out. His
burden stirred but then subsided again. Even better. Not too
drugged to be unaware of what was happening to him. There were three
hours till dawn. Time. His cock swelled in anticipation. He leaned
the twink against the side of the van, his tied wrists behind him.
Fuck! He'd forgotten the
knife. How could he have been so careless! Leaving the drugged man
where he was, he climbed into the van, and opened the kitchen drawer.
The knife gleamed at him, its shine pure and perfect. God's
instrument! Didn't Abraham ready the knife for the sacrifice of his
son? The Lord's work was never done. Two thousand years ago He
needed to do His work, and there was need still today. Modernity
hadn't changed the hearts of men. Evil was ever present.
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