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I was asleep when I felt really cold all of a sudden. I peaked my eyes up just a little bit and saw my window was wide open allowing the wind from outside to chill me. I felt the bed go down a little as if someone was sitting next to me. I slowly turned over, and was quickly met with a hand roughly covering my mouth and another one around my throat. I felt pressure closing down against my throat making it hard to breath. My head was getting dizzy and I felt floaty without any air. The room was now fading more around me and I can’t recall hearing any sounds. It was like a quietness was surrounding us. I stared at my attacker, can he tell that my body is enjoying this? Can he look back at me and tell that I’m smiling?
The man was very particular in the places he would touch and others he would beat relentlessly. He had spent no time cutting my clothes off so he could see all of me. I asked him once what his plans were, he said I was too pale. He was going to add color to me. He made two very deep cuts on each of my sides, each causing me to let out a high pitch scream. This angry him so he decided to gag me when hitting me didn’t keep me quiet enough. I could feel fiery pain all through my body as he got behind me and grab a hold of my ass. I felt his fingers entering my tight ass and then aggressively shoving his cock in. He reached around and his hands grabbed directly on the slits he made on my sides as he would forcefully pull my body hard into him. My screams muffled by the gag at the sharp pain from the tearing of my skin.
I vaguely remember being pulled out of the car, and carried into a house, it was mostly dark but I could feel a cool draft as the man took me down a flight of stairs into a basement. I stayed calm, only breathing heavily from nerves and the pain I felt in my head. Feeling woozy as he began to chain up my arms, giving me no choice but to try and stand on my own. He let out a wicked laugh as he came up and licked my face. He then pulled out a knife and started to cut right down the middle of my shirt, revealing my black bra underneath. He slowly cut a slit above my breast before leaning down and kissing my breast. Will he be the one to finally end it?
Life is funny when you think about it. Every day have these little annoyance and concerns. Emotions like joy and happiness only last for a few moments then in the end all that’s left is nothing. Just skin that rots away, then the bones slowly waste away until they are dust. I bet dying is so peaceful. To not have to have those worries or concerns anymore. I could easily found out for myself but I think it should be a intimate experience. I want to make a deal. You do whatever you want to me, I’ll do anything you ask. The only thing I ask in return is you take me away from this world in the very end.
It was cool last night and felt perfect time to take a walk. I was feeling surprisingly alive and wanted to enjoy it before that feeling faded away. Which surely didn’t take long. I walked about a block from my apartment before I noticed a large figure following behind. I felt the calmness come over me, letting me know I would be feeling very much alive much longer. He increased his speed and I continued to walk timidly. In a few moments I felt a large hand grab my shoulder and forced my body into the brick wall beside me. *Crack* I felt oozing warmth down the side of my face, with blurred vision I attempted to see my new savior. I could only make out a dark figure. Upon losing consciousness he lifted me up and hurried me over to a park car. Quickly shoving me into the back seat only pausing for a moment to run his hand up my leg before slamming the door shut. As I felt the car start and drove away, I could no longer keep my eyes open…I surely hope to wake again even only for a short time.
I arrived on time, at least I thought. He told me exactly 12:00 and that’s when I knocked, but he said I was late and started to drag me down to the dungeon. I’m in trouble my heart’s beating fast with excitement and fear. Master is very particular he hates when I’m late, say the wrong thing, or act out of turn. He gets furious and to calm that fury he wants to see red. He dragged me to his two wooden pillars and tied my arms up high above my head. He pulled the rope up so I would dangle inches above the ground unable to touch with my feet. He then started a small fire and grabbed a metal rod resting it inside allowing it to get nice and hot. He turned to me and grabbed tightly around my throat, while he tore open my blouse and ripping my bra. He bit down hard on my nipple, until I couldn’t help but scream as I felt oozing warmth start sliding down my stomach. He chuckled as he started playing with his collection of toys contemplating the best torture for my insubordination.
You know one of the best feelings to me is when the cold starts to set in all over my body. You can feel the warmness drain out of you as you are cut open and exposed. The cold is so peaceful and inviting to me. When I feel myself floating toward the brink of no return, that you have given me. I like we you start to stare into my eyes because I know you enjoying watching when the light fades away. You feel satisfied knowing it was you who help take my life away, you had such a immense power with my life. Feels good doesn’t it? To decide my fate, my complete ending. You choose how pleasant or brutal it would be. For those few hours you were my last and only friend.
I’ve been having a reoccurring dream lately, I feel like to stop having it….I must live it. It’s start by me walking to this abandon broken down warehouse. Pushing open the door and the space is mostly empty except with this single bright light coming from the center of the building. Below it is a metal table, next to it is a bunch of sharp tools.
I’m not sure what possessed me to walk up to a table but I do. I take of my clothes and calmly fold them neatly and place under the table. I climb up and lay down on top of the metal I wince on the coldness touching my back. I lay and stare up at the light, I hear a door open in the distance followed by footsteps.
A older man appears over me, he has handsome features and he gently strokes my cheeks. He says “I’m going to take away that pretty face, your going to leave this world today”. I nod completely prepared and willing. He picks up a scalpel and starts to press against my skin “Let’s begin” he grins.
I have everything you need in my little dungeon just a take a look around. Plenty of hard, big, flat and sharp objects at your disposal. I’m so very willing to let your imagination run away with itself, I don’t care what that means for me. I’m not afraid of having my life ended, in fact I welcome it. Just make my every last second left count.
Do what you want with my lifeless corpse, you deserve it. I deserve the pain and torture. Giving me such a brutal end and leading me to the long sleep. There’s plenty of rope around here, I’m sure you can find a way to hold me up and make me your little fuck puppet after I’m gone.
I love being a good little fuck doll. I love being tied up, down, anyway that I am wanted and having the shit fucked out of me. Use my body as your cum dumpster. Choke me, slap me, beat me, kill me, I am yours to choose what to do with. My life and body is yours to use and to dispose of. I want to be your cum whore, I want to be filled with cum while you beat me bloody. I want you to end my useless life, and then fuck my dead body; I want you to get your fill out of me, any way that you think is best. I am forever your willing slut to use.