The bubbles slipped slowly from her lips, the panic in her eyes apparent. I’d been at this, on and off for hours. She was a broken, wet whore. I was a soaking wet whore. My cunt was dripping from the torture I was putting this pathetic bitch through. She started to fight a bit, squirming. She couldn’t hold her breath for much longer, and very shortly that was going to become very problematic for her. I was getting so bored, after all. I pricked her inner thigh with my butterfly knife, causing a wild torrent of bubbles to stream from her regretful mouth. It was getting so hard to contain myself. I was quickly becoming too horny to focus on what I was doing to this whore.
I watched how fearfully she stared as the last breath left her. Now, she had to hold her lungs empty for as long as she fucking possibly could. I watched the panic ripple across her face as she silently begged me not to snuff out her meager existence. I let her up at the last possible second, dragging her to the chambers across the hall. Inside was a huge glass cage. I chained her in it, sealed the door, and left. The trickle of water started. She could spend the next twelve hours panicking as the water levels slowly rose. I’d be fucking to the show.
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