The restaurant exploded at eleven minutes to ten. The explosion took out the donut shop next door and the 7-Eleven out back. Survivors ran out onto the street on fire and threw themselves in front of passing cars.

The Cunt Mangler watched them from his rig behind fire retardant walls with a smile on his face. That was the kind of cunt he was. Not only did he mangle cunts, he acted like one, too. At least for most of the time and with good reason.

Well after midnight, after the street was clogged with fire engines, police vehicles and onlookers, The Cunt Mangler found himself in the little girl's bedroom. He squatted in the corner and listened to her breathing. He watched the rapid movement of her eyelids. He sniffed her sweet scent. He reached down and felt for his cunt mangling knife. He'd use it when he was ready.

A McDonald's employee, who'd been smoking crack in the toilets when the big rig disrupted the evening's business, reported seeing The Cunt Mangler smiling at him through the window. A cop with a half dozen donuts shook him by the shoulders and took a bite of a pink donut. "Which way'd the big rig go, boy?"

The crackhead shook his crackhead and provided no answer......(cont)