He had kept me alive longer than the others, but I knew he was growing bored of me. He liked his cock deep inside pussies that were growing cold with death. Mine was far to hot and wet to satisfy his urge to feel the lifelessness that he craved so badly. I watched as he killed the other girls and fucked their corpses. I saw how hard it made him cum to watch their dead eyes stare off into the darkness as he fucked them one last time. The kill no longer thrilled him, it was the body without life that he needed.
He dragged me out of my cell and I knew it would be my final night with him. I tried to relax and just take the cuts of the blades as they came. He sliced me everywhere, and the blood poured to the floor. I could no longer scream or fight, as I had been too weak for days. I had accepted my fate at the hands of this monster. I did try to look in his eyes, for one glimmer of humanity. There was nothing but blackness, almost like he was as dead as all the girls before me. I began to feel dizzy and see stars and I knew I was running out of blood.
He felt my skin with his hand and I could feel how warm he was compared to me. I began to shiver as I grew cold and my vision blurred. I heard him undo his pants finally and I knew that meant I was almost gone. He entered me and I couldn’t move at all. The last thing I remember was being rocked to a permanent sleep by him stroking his cock in and out of my dead cunt.