Malcolm tore his mouth away from the thick shaft with a sudden, desperate jerk of his head, his chest heaving violently as he flatly refused to let the Enigma finish inside his throat. The abrupt motion caught Dahmer right at the point of no return. Denied the tight sanctuary of Malcolm's mouth, Dahmer released frantically into the open air of the ceramic tub.
The powerful, white-hot torrents of his Enigma seed exploded forward, thick and heavy, splashing uselessly across Malcolm's abdomen, the slick walls of the porcelain basin, and the edge of the drain. The sheer force of the release sent a visible shudder through Dahmer's entire lean, pale torso. His head fell back against the tiled wall, his shoulders trembling as his breath left him in a ragged, undone hiss.
