She loved her body too much. She�d used every conceivable object
she could think of.
She seemed to have reams and reams of fluid yet left in her. It was
so good to shed it at last.
She was exhausted, beaten, but happy and delighted. She�d never,
in her entire life, imagined that anyone could feel as fucked as she
The Extracted - Dust Jacket
- W. J. Manares