Penelope struggled frantically on the bed, her right hand clawing at my right wrist to try and pull my hand off her mouth while her left hand pawed at the gaping wound in her throat. Penelope’s scream was muffled by my palm, not even as loud as the audible hiss of air from the growing wound. Mom xxx Penelope struggled frantically on the bed, her right hand clawing at my right wrist to try and pull my hand off her mouth while her left hand pawed at the gaping wound in her throat. Penelope thrashed on the bed hard enough her neck came out from under my hand, her severed windpipe flooded with the thick blood she coughed up, spattering her face, my hands, and the already bloody sheet behind her head.
