Todestrieb
"Killing you makes me feel good, and there's nothing wrong with that, right?"
It's almost too easy burying your knife up to its hilt in the spongy flesh of his testicles. He lets out a wild scream on top of a strange variety of other noises, but you have ceased paying any attention to him. You are fascinated by the smooth river of blood that zigzags across the sheet as he tries desperately to pull himself away. You cup your hand under his balls until your fingers are soaked in blood. You rub your hands all over your face, letting the blood drip into your eyes and down into your mouth. The taste makes you crazy for more. You begin to stab a little here, a little there, until there are several small fountains all over his chest and abdomen. He tries his best to push you away, but you knock him easily to the floor. Landing hard on his back, you pounce on him immediately, hungrily lapping up the shining candy drops all over his body.
Looking down at his cock, you are amazed to see that it is still half hard. The fast jerking motion of your hand on his bleeding member renews his screams, which fill the room so fully, you can barely perceive them. Deftly wielding the knife, you make little cuts all around the length of it until the blood runs freely. You smile in triumph as you prepare for your crowning moment of achievement.
"Are you ready for the best thing in the world?" you taunt him.
You imagine all that blood filling up your pussy, hot and wet and sticky just like that nasty fuck wants it. You see the blood filling up your pussy, filling up your whole being.
You hear the snapping of a lock and suddenly the door flies open. A rush of cold air stabs you in the back as several strong hands pull you away from your prize. You howl with rage as you watch Dr. Morton crawl into a corner, leaving a wide slimy trail in his wake. You manage to free one stained hand, thrusting it deep into your cunt. The blood is almost dry. You need more! You struggle again toward that glistening heap on the floor, but your efforts are cut short when you feel the sharp sting of a bee on your neck and the world rapidly fades, passing through white on its way into black.
"Hi, Anna. I brought you your favorite smoothie."
"Cherry. That's my favorite."
"Yes. I can't stay long, but I wanted to tell you that I got engaged to be married."
"Really, John? Is she pretty?"
"You know her, Anna. She's been here before."
"I know that."
"And, uh, we'll come around for Christmas again this year."
"You're crying."
"It's just thatÂ…she's pregnant. She's going to have a baby and that's going to make me a father."
"But aren't babies supposed to be nice?" You stare placidly sideways, through the very thick windows, out into the courtyard where there is lots of snow. You like the snow, but they never let you stay in it for long.
John answers your question, but you've stopped listening to him. You are enjoying your smoothie too much to care. You're not sure exactly what it is, but there's something about the deep red color that you find incredibly appealing.
It's almost too easy burying your knife up to its hilt in the spongy flesh of his testicles. He lets out a wild scream on top of a strange variety of other noises, but you have ceased paying any attention to him. You are fascinated by the smooth river of blood that zigzags across the sheet as he tries desperately to pull himself away. You cup your hand under his balls until your fingers are soaked in blood. You rub your hands all over your face, letting the blood drip into your eyes and down into your mouth. The taste makes you crazy for more. You begin to stab a little here, a little there, until there are several small fountains all over his chest and abdomen. He tries his best to push you away, but you knock him easily to the floor. Landing hard on his back, you pounce on him immediately, hungrily lapping up the shining candy drops all over his body.
Looking down at his cock, you are amazed to see that it is still half hard. The fast jerking motion of your hand on his bleeding member renews his screams, which fill the room so fully, you can barely perceive them. Deftly wielding the knife, you make little cuts all around the length of it until the blood runs freely. You smile in triumph as you prepare for your crowning moment of achievement.
"Are you ready for the best thing in the world?" you taunt him.
You imagine all that blood filling up your pussy, hot and wet and sticky just like that nasty fuck wants it. You see the blood filling up your pussy, filling up your whole being.
You hear the snapping of a lock and suddenly the door flies open. A rush of cold air stabs you in the back as several strong hands pull you away from your prize. You howl with rage as you watch Dr. Morton crawl into a corner, leaving a wide slimy trail in his wake. You manage to free one stained hand, thrusting it deep into your cunt. The blood is almost dry. You need more! You struggle again toward that glistening heap on the floor, but your efforts are cut short when you feel the sharp sting of a bee on your neck and the world rapidly fades, passing through white on its way into black.
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"Hi, Anna. I brought you your favorite smoothie."
"Cherry. That's my favorite."
"Yes. I can't stay long, but I wanted to tell you that I got engaged to be married."
"Really, John? Is she pretty?"
"You know her, Anna. She's been here before."
"I know that."
"And, uh, we'll come around for Christmas again this year."
"You're crying."
"It's just thatÂ…she's pregnant. She's going to have a baby and that's going to make me a father."
"But aren't babies supposed to be nice?" You stare placidly sideways, through the very thick windows, out into the courtyard where there is lots of snow. You like the snow, but they never let you stay in it for long.
John answers your question, but you've stopped listening to him. You are enjoying your smoothie too much to care. You're not sure exactly what it is, but there's something about the deep red color that you find incredibly appealing.
