Concentrate! Delphi screamed at himself. You are an egri! You are capable of doing a thousand things at once!

     But his cock was just about ready to spurt out gallons of cum.

     And, now, two killings. 

     And Grelock's syn was just about done. It was just about...just about...

     Concentrate!

     The guard. The security guard.

     The security guard twitched...

     and then the guard slapped himself.

     And then the guard punched himself.

     Hard.

     And not just once, but over and over again, and each time harder.

     That perplexed Delphi...

     and that puzzlement cost Delphi his concentration.

     And that meant that, no matter what else he had to do in the next few moments, he also had to climax. He...He...

     Out it fountained, the color and consistency of custard and blasting from the end of his Delphi-cannon.

     It was the best cum Delphi'd had for days.

     He liked to watch himself climax through several different cameras from every angle. He loved the way it glopped up, then down on his slaves, coating their heads and shoulders.

     Ah! 

     Delphi savored the moment.

     Ah.

     ​Now he could concentrate.

     He watched as the guard beat himself into a bloody death with his own fists.

     The blue blanket slid over to cover the guard. Then, it slid away again, down another crack in the floor that led to The Cellars.

     Now Delphi had plenty to analyze.

     I'm going to enjoy killing you so very, very much, Delphi thought.

END OF CHAPTER THREE

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