A Brutal Slasher Story - Please Add On To This
You quickly go from too terrified to panic to all-out panic. You scream, you struggle, you try to pull at your bindings with everything you got.
But the blades get closer.
You look up, and your eyes go as wide as possible as you see them slowly approaching. You try to kick your legs, you try to twist your arms free, you move your body with ever bit of energy you have.
But the blades get closer.
You scream at the top of your lungs, but all that comes out is a highly muffled 'HMMMMMMMMPH!', a call for help that goes unheeded.
And the blades get closer.
You continue to twist and turn with your body, shaking and twisting about with your tightly bound form in a last-ditch effort for something - anything. But about the only result you get is nearly popping your breasts out of your bra.
And the blades get closer.
You put up a good fight in your final moments, but it's all for naught, because the bad news is that you fail to escape before you're carried to the whirring buzzsaws to your doom.
The good news? Going in head-first means your death is a quick one.
But the blades get closer.
You look up, and your eyes go as wide as possible as you see them slowly approaching. You try to kick your legs, you try to twist your arms free, you move your body with ever bit of energy you have.
But the blades get closer.
You scream at the top of your lungs, but all that comes out is a highly muffled 'HMMMMMMMMPH!', a call for help that goes unheeded.
And the blades get closer.
You continue to twist and turn with your body, shaking and twisting about with your tightly bound form in a last-ditch effort for something - anything. But about the only result you get is nearly popping your breasts out of your bra.
And the blades get closer.
You put up a good fight in your final moments, but it's all for naught, because the bad news is that you fail to escape before you're carried to the whirring buzzsaws to your doom.
The good news? Going in head-first means your death is a quick one.
