For a snuff whore like me, every day is Halloween. In fact, every day is more gruesome than any Halloween you’ve ever experienced. Reach into that deep dark part of your mind – the part where you only go when you’re alone in the dark with a raging hard-on and some pent up anger. Now imagine me there. Little tiny me. Mocking you for being such a coward, all the while knowing you have rage within you that could rip me to pieces. Pretend I am the last girl that shot you down. The last worthless slut that walked out of your life.
Now take that knife in your hand and dig deeper into your mind and into the black parts of your soul. Press it against my naked quivering body and watch as my nipples grow hard. Don’t hold back that anger… let it out. Cut my cheek first – slowly – and watch the blood flow down off my chin as if it were sweet red cum. Feel the burning rage flow through your body and imagine your hands around my tiny throat. Choking me until my lips turn blue and my eyes bulge out of my head. Then let go. Let me catch my breath long enough to see you bring the knife back in front of my face.
Make me beg for my life. Tell me you are my worst fucking nightmare and that tonight I am going to die. Grab one of my tits and slice my nipple off with one swift motion. Before I can scream you kiss me hard. I try to bite you but you slap me so hard my head is spinning. Stick the knife to my throat as you fuck me in the ass until its raw. Tell me I am going to hell and that I will be in pain until I get there. Take me there. Watch the blood pour down my body. Let each drop, each red line, represent someone you hate. Make them all bleed by making me bleed. Crush my throat in your grasp while you make me apologize for all their sins. Then take me there. Take me to that dark place, and never let me go.
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