He slept, lying there on that couch like a baby. He was evil. Pure evil. He had kidnapped me and another girl two days ago. His sexual needs were insane. He could fuck for hours and he had grown tired of that. His new game was mental. Once he had abused all of our holes and had cum more times than humanly possible, he grew bored. He began to make us do things to each other. I had already poked holes in her with a fork, making blood rivelets on her flesh. She had fucked me with multiple objects. I was torn up inside, my asshole ripped from puckered rim to pussy. I had bitten chunks out of tits and eaten them. I knew how to be a victim but I was fighting for my life. I would do anything.
I knew she couldn’t handle it. She was just too good. Not evil and drugged, like me. That night, our capturer said only one of us was allowed to wake up alive. If we were both alive, he was killing us both. She screamed and said “I’m telling. You’ll never get away with this.” He left a knife, an axe, poison, and a rope for us to decide who got to live.
That night, she hanged herself. or did she?…….
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