“Hah-” I felt his evil phone sex knife pierce my side at the same time he thrust his hard cock deep. I’d been stabbed, deep too, a nice knife wound that’d leave me bleeding out soon enough if he didn’t help me. I got the feeling he had no intentions of doing that though, why save your victim, why spare what you can take away? Another sharp wound had me gasping for air, this one way too close to my lungs and making every single breath agonizing. It was easier not to breathe, easier to let the darkness take me while he used my cunt for his dark purposes. His seed was going to fill me, I knew that, I just wasn’t sure I’d be alive when it happened or if I’d succumb to his killer phone sex. He didn’t need to get me again, the two wounds pooled crimson onto the floor and stained my skin a dark red that contrasted nicely. My only regret was that we were indoors and the moonlight wasn’t reflecting off my aches and pains. “Oh, yes!” I heard him say as he got faster, making each moment all the more painful. I didn’t breathe, couldn’t force myself to go through that even as I panicked. That was until I suddenly woke up, my body forcing air into my lungs despite my request. I couldn’t just die, it wouldn’t be that easy, I had to slowly succumb to his desires and hold back tears with every buck of his hips into my soaked cunt. Every movement a slice deep inside me that got worse and worse and worse with every second. There’s no standard protocol to being cut up, no advice to make things easier, his hands stayed on both handles, using them as something to hold onto while he destroyed my pussy and my body with knife play phone sex.
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