She use to be so pretty. Her hair was so long. Her eyes were the deepest darkest blue. Her lips were the pretest pink. I can still see her creamy white skin. Her pink perky nipples. The way she got goose bumps all over her body when she got scared. Even over her bald little pussy. She use to be so pretty. But now.. now she’s beautiful. I had to tie her hair into the chains that held her down. She pulled so hard to get up, even though it ripped some of her hair out by the roots. Just beautiful. Her white creamy skin really set off all those beautiful purple burses. Like a living stained glass work of art. When I sliced up that perfect skins and mixed all those deep dark reds. OOOHhhhhh pure perfection. Even when her eyes swelled shut you could still see the hint of blue. Even her voice was perfection. Soft and innocent. When she begged and pleaded. It never got harsh. Normally the ending is the best. Watching the life drain out of them. But with something so perfect. I didn’t want to end it. I have such plans. Letting her go. Letting her heal. Waiting and watching till she feels safe again. Till she gets that light back. Then I’m gonna take her again. Pure perfection should always be cherished!
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