Death With Regrets

“Please stay away from my mother” Aly kept crying.

Jackson raised his knee to support his head, and slowly turned his neck to face Aly.

Seeing her crying innocent face, desires have now awakened inside him. He took both his hands behind his back, and leaned on them and with a faint gasp he stood up straight.

He walked near Aly and stopped in front of her.

Aly raised her neck to see Jackson, and tottered back using her butt trying to stay away from his touch.

Jackson laughed and keep approaching her step by step, her frightened look made him even more excited, arousing a fancied heat in him.

He leaned on to her and grabbed her jaw but stopped hearing her remark.

“Don’t touch me, rascal. Unless you enjoy making love to a corpse” Aly tried to punch him using her tied hand.

Jackson smiled at her and hold her chained hand.

“If the corpse is beautiful as you, then I would be happy to be a necrophiliac “