Colins screams and wails rang out across the dessert sands. No matter how hard the officer tried, her attempts to pull the bullet out just jammed it in deeper and spewed even more blood along the ground. It was no use: the bullet was in too deep, and he had lost too much blood.
All Colin saw was a blur of fading light as sniffing sounds filled the air. His pain doubled as sharp teeth tore out a hunk of his ass. His anguish had drawn in a pack of hungry coyotes, who tore into him, feasting upon his girthy carcass as he uttered one last wheeze of pain. They ate and ate, noshing on his body until a bimbo came across the mangled mess. She jammed her long nails imto a coyote's eyes and proceeded to rub the severed dick she scored against her delicate pink nipples before licking it.
She carried her treat off, leaving the rest for the buzzards and the vermin...
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