Haein climaxed countless times and the job was done.
Leaving her exhausted body on the ground where she had now fallen fast asleep, I examined the pictures she had just sketched.
I didn't like them one bit.
Throughout multiple relentless attacks that made her cum, manually inducing a trance-like state in her, she managed to make sketches for four pictures.
They all looked similar.
The Hell Beast was consistently killing a girl, who even in rough sketches resembled me somewhat, in different ways.
There was one picture where 'I' got crushed by the monster's ugly foot, another one where my body was cut in half, another one where it was squeezing me to death, and finally, a picture where I was literally getting torn to pieces.
Four times.
Fucking four times, I should test my deaths in a fight against the Hell Beast to see if I die the same way as she drew.
