Kelvin's agonised whistles filled the room as Miles kept hitting his body over and over again. His erection had become a piece of mashed potatoes, bleeding profusely in his view.
On the floor next to the bed, Miss Emily sprawled on it, exhausted and spasming slightly from that remnant bliss.
"Kelv, Kelv, Kelv…" Miles called scornfully, pressing the tip of the bloody bat against Kevin's palpitating heart with a genuinely evil smile on his face.
Kelvin's heart froze and his already weak bated breath began to increase with a sense of urgency.
"Do you know what happened to Daniel? Didn't his sudden disappearance raise suspicions in your black-hearted group. Oh right, you guys already sold him out in the first place so he must have not been one of you. Or rather, you're just a bunch of disloyal friends that turn their backs each other?"
