Master decided that not only would he make a new ass rape porn, but that he would be the star of his own brutal rape porn this time. It is not enough that is going to be going to murder some lucky bitch. She will probably not have to go through hours of torture either. Why is that? Well, because all of the scene that do not include the final demise of this xxx snuff porn bitch, like the beatings and main brunt of the torment will include yours truly. If ever I had an inch of respect for this prick, his new use of me with this constant mind fuck is driving me mad. I hate this, I just want to die.
This time he placed an ad for an actual actress. She was exactly what he was looking for, single, no family here, trying to strike it big any way she could. He informed her that this would be some amount of nudity and she did not seem to mind. He also prepped her for the face that she would be in a horror film. I was gagged in the corner. I knew he would not have her thinking anything of me accept that I was an extra. He filmed some close ups of her screaming and stuff, things that he would use if there was a side bidder.
He hand cuffed her to the bed she was laying on. The work out mattress was already coated in blood, she assumed prop, it was obviously mine. I cried as she soaked up every minute of his charm like I once did. She giggled as he clasped the metal onto her wrists, laying her flat on her stomach. He brought me over to her eye sight. She commented on how good my special effects make up was. I whimpered and looked frantic and then she did too. He punched me in the face knocking me on the ground. I could hear her pulling against the cuffs, the metal clinging as she tried t pull free. He cut me open and began to beat and ass rape me.
Her screams echoed through my brain. I could barely feel what he was doing to me anymore. I just laid there as he bashed my head against the concrete. Then he moved to her. I laid there unable to move. My eyes darted to her and then the entrance at the top of the stairs. He raped her ass hole holding a machete to her throat. My brain kept telling my feet to carry me to the door, thinking he was distracted by his new death Barbie. I could hear he screaming as the blade ripped through her skin, then suddenly they ended as the blade ripped across her throat. I got up and ran to the top of the stairs and then could feel a heavy boot in the small of my back. I had not even moved, my heart just wanted my brain to think I was edging to safety. He cleaned the blood off his machete with my hair and left upstairs. I sobbed.
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