While he tended to lack her flair for narration Riley Conners was something of an artist when it came to death. Oh the truth of the tale was somewhat far less...embellished; there had only been 9 private security guards on duty, well armed and well trained to be sure, but far from the number she imagined. And Dig really had used his bare hands as well. No blade, just cybernetically enhanced strength. Still when Nori asked about the sound a beheading made he flashed her a devilish grin. "Wet meat ripping, bones cracking, and a...a hollow sickening gasping sound is heard as the lungs expelled that dying breath."
Honestly the man was impressed he had lasted this long too; already having been so worked up by the show in that basement, plus Nori had a way of drawing out desire with such ease. If he had been rocking his usual weekend high, well the fun literally could've lasted for hours, but in the heat of it all both likely knew he'd not last much longer. Every powerful thrust of his cock had his body trembling, and even the arrival of the waiter did nothing to cease the fun. Instead the cop just grunted and nodded to the empty table beside em. "Put...fucking leave the food there...not done with dessert yet."