Taylor's body- as well as the other three had fallen backwards, unmoving, eyes round in shock, brains punctured, and with dark red blood gushing out from where their ears used to be.
His knees went weak immediately. A sour taste overshadowed his mouth, and a surge of vomit came rising from his gut.
He threw his head back- gasped, and gasped again. Then his stomach retched, and he bent forward in a low bow. His upper body trembled in violent convulsing movements as he roared uncontrollably- vomiting every single thing in his belly.
The hoarse repulsive sound of his dry heaving of his throat echoed throughout as he continued to cough up his vomit. Tears stung his eyes. His long hair fell over his face. He placed one arm up on the wall- trying to balance himself.
The rapist continued to puke like a little girl- thinking about the bloody corpses behind him!
