The rattle of the cage echoed through the dungeon. The little teen slut was screaming for her mommy again. I found it amusing that she was crying for the same mommy who had allowed her to run away from home. She was just another teen statistic now, never to be found. Just an old pic on a milk carton to be thrown in the trash. There was a knock on the door and it was you, my dear snuff friend. I was always glad to make a buck doing a snuff movie.
We walked back to the cages so you could check out the merchandise. I always kept a few on hand for special purposes. Some of my clients paid for a breeder. He would impregnate her and then sell the “product” or keep it as a fucktoy. Others liked them young and innocent. An elite few liked them dirty and starved for hunting games.
You finally choose a hollow eyed brunette for your movie. She screamed when you pointed at her, a sound that made my pussy twitch. She knew who you were. Her friends had already met their demise at your hands. The tools were laid out and the camera was set up.
It was time to let the fun began. Would you care to join us as we slowly push this girl to the end and orgasm as she dies? I bet you know someone who needs to be ended this way.
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