I love knowing men want to hurt me. Knowing their fantasy phone sex dreams are to torture and snuff me. Making me cry and whimper until there’s just nothing left. My whole life hanging by a thread and you have the scissors. That’s what turns me on.
I sit here quite often and fantasize about how it will all end, who will finally do it, and make all my dreams come true. Maybe it will be you, could you imagine the life draining from my body as you snuff me with your kife, gun, or even something a little more sinister.
Anything will do, honestly. I just want to be taken slow and cruelly as you watch, slowly stroking your cock. Cumming on me once I’ve met my maker, by your hands. Don’t worry about getting in trouble, I’m sure noone will find out. I’ve purposly isolated myself, so when the time comes, it’s even more erotic, because no one will be looking for me. Just you, me and that lethal object in your hands.
Fuck it makes me so horny, and I realize how fucked up it is, and it makes me want it that much more.