From the latest bloody phone sex call, a true story. Walking in the apartment, I saw the blood from the steps. Little spatter and footprints leading away from house. I had a horrible feeling as I approached to see the door cracked and blood oozing down the first hallway and piled up at the ledge of the door.
Next, as I entered deeper in the house, my shoes encountering so many puddles of blood that it sounded like walking outside during a rainstorm sloshing around in rain puddles. I knew my footprints were tracking it even worse in the blood filled house, making a bigger mess than currently was there, but I truly didn’t care one bit. I wanted to get to my loved ones.
I saw the house had nothing on but black lights. On the TV was a satanist movie playing on repeat. Music eerily played from upstairs bedroom.
I started seeing body parts scattered throughout the house at random. I saw the hand of my loved one who I could only identify by her wedding ring. I picked it up expecting it to be warm but it was cold and very stiff. I next saw the foot of a woman I only knew by the painted toes. I saw a leg close by after that with part of a dildo stuck to it. I walked up the stairs and saw on the computer screen, a montage of photos playing that basically played out the murders of these people in this house.
In still pictures, one by one, I saw them cut up with a knife, cut up into pieces once deceased, raped after they were gone even. Finally, to top it off, I watched these men squirt cum from their rock hard dicks jacking off over the dead bodies.
It was something out of a nightmare or one crazy knife play phone sex call. Can you top that?