Every single Friday the 13th, I like to act out my own slasher flick as an homage to all of my onscreen horror idols, which usually involves kidnapping a sexy little fuck pig, tormenting her while I hold her captive then letting her “escape” so I can hunt down and, ultimately, have my way with her. Yeah, I know it’s trite and contrived. It’s supposed to be, Idiot! Ever hear of a tribute?
Yesterday was the only 13th falling on a Friday this year so I wanted to be sure to make it good. I didn’t want to terrorize campers or go hunting for hikers in the woods. I wanted to keep it urban this time so I decided to stalk down a stripped and stressed sorority girl that I happened upon. Those are my favorite. Unsuspecting college sluts who think their pointless little lives are just going to continue on their privileged and predetermined courses.
There are always coeds trying to make themselves cum with each other outside of bars that are close to campus. Fuck pigs love booze, probably because it helps them forget how average their lives are. Last night, I found a blonde bimbo outside of a hipster hangout getting banged doggy style behind a dumpster. It was perfect.
All I did was creep up behind the big grunting gorilla that was sticking it to her then put my hand over his mouth as I sliced his throat. You have to be sure to go deep enough to cut through the larynx if you don’t want them to be able to scream out and alert everyone. I slashed his voice box in one swift movement which, as you could imagine, made him tense up and grab onto that whore’s hips really hard as he started twitching. She loved it, totally thought the blood was him blowing his load and shooting it all over her back. “Oh yeah! Cover me with cum, Daddy!” she wailed as the crimson liquid sprayed out of his gaping neck wound and rained down onto her soft skin. It wasn’t until he fell to the ground and started gurgling that she knew something was amiss. Then she turned to see little ol’ me looming over her with a bloody knife in my hand and black death in my eyes.
She screamed and ran, as planned and It didn’t take me long to herd her toward my rented box truck. As every dumb bitch who tries to run in heels does, she tripped, which gave me the opportunity to grab her and toss her in the back of my mobile prison. After closing the roller door, I cut every stitch of blood soaked clothing off of her, probed her wet pussy with four fingers while I sucked on a titty, then threw her naked self into a little cage I had prepared.
Without saying a word, I left her in the back and started driving, not stopping until we were in the next town over. Disorientation is key in these scenarios. I drove us to a parking garage and took us all the way to the top before stopping, then let the truck sit in idle for a while. More disorientation.
You should’ve seen her face when I opened it up and let her out of the cage. She didn’t know what the hell was happening! When she turned and saw me glaring at her with my knife at the ready, she got wise and took off into the garage. I gave slow and methodical chase, using little shortcuts to pop up in front of her when she least expected it to cut or stab her a bit.
When we got down to street level, I was hot on her heels but let her get out of the building and run out into public view. Sure, she got away. How else am I going to make a sequel? I’ll find her again next Friday the 13th. I kept the cunt’s license, that fuck pig will be easy to track.
