Snuff sex doesn’t have to be fantasy. You just need the right sick bitch to give you the green light to your dark desires. I have a friend I will call Matt to protect the guilty. Matt and I met at a rave when I was in high school. We both got fucked up on some party favors and confided our darkest fantasies to one another. Matt and I did a few terrible things together when we were in high school. After school, however, he left to fight this war after 9/11. I like to think I helped make him a good killing machine for the military. The best killers are military men and cops. Matt was wounded and sent home. He is in a wheelchair now with a lot of resentment and anger. So, he can’t walk. He can still kill, especially with a devil like me on his shoulder. I owed it to Matt to help him. I’m just a sadistic therapist. Matt needed cheering up, so I took him to this college bar we use to frequent when we needed fake IDs. It is the kind of place filled with privileged cock teases and billionaire boys club types. We loathe the young, vacuous and entitled. He used his military medical discharge to our advantage. He got the sympathy of the kind of mean girl who would of shit on us without blinking an eye in high school. I roofied her drink and the next thing she knew she was in a dark satanic feeling room chained and naked. I sliced her apart while Matt watched and masturbated. His dick still works. Her screams of pain were foreplay to him. I carved up her beautiful face and perfect body. I stabbed her whore cunt. I sliced off her perky tits. I slit her whore throat. I couldn’t lift Matt out of his chair to fuck her dead body, so I dismembered her. That way, I could slam her bloody stump down on his dick. He is paralyzed, not dead. Her cunt was still warm he said as he blew his load up her severed, dead body.
I loved watching him die, it was so hot to see that moment when he just gave up, lost all hope and just faded away. I mean really, what did he expect with a name like Francis? That’s a wimpy, girly kind of name don’t you think? He was bound to grow up to be a weak, spineless man… honestly it’s no wonder that he ended up here about to die in front of all these people. Poor little bitch was terrified and shaking, he begged for his life but I ignored his pleas and just beat him unmercifully until he was gasping for air and half unconscious. He could barely speak but he was still begging for his life and all I could do was laugh! Why should I let a little bitch boy named Francis live??? With a name like that he’s better off dead!
