Chapter Four The broad was a corpse in Vic Malone’s bed. Her fixed smile of sexual lust from the previous night’s love-making was skewered with a bow and arrow. Vic Malone’s bow and arrow. Vic stared at her with a fixed stare. Had he done this in a fit of orgasmic rage? Of course not, … Continue reading Thought Vomit #73: ft. Pulp Fiction 4