Going to the Snuff Movies

snuff moviesWatching snuff movies turns me on but making them makes me wet. I am not the Nicolas Sparks kind of gal nor a chick flick chick. Movies like the “The Notebook,” or “While You Were Sleeping,” make me homicidal. I love movies, but I need violence, blood, and torture to really enjoy a film. Movies like “Hostel” and “Saw,” are more my speed, and of course homemade snuff flicks. I was in the snuff kind of mood. I wanted a teen twit. I did something, I rarely do. I went to the movies to hunt for a snuff star. I bought a ticket to a retro showing of the insipid, “The Notebook.” I knew I could find some lovelorn teen there. It was a mixed audience of young and old sap asses. I set my eyes on the one teen girl. She was a little pudgy and nerdy looking. Likely, sappy romance movies are the closest she will ever get to love. I followed her after the show. Once, I knew she was alone, I came up behind her and I drugged her with some chloroform near her car. She had on a high school jacket, so she was likely that sweet teen age. I pushed her into her car and drove her to my kill shack in the woods. The place where I make my snuff porn.  I tied her to a table and stripped her naked. I put mouse traps to her pussy lips and pins in her clit. I fucked her with a baseball bat and burnt her cunt with cigarettes. I like torturing young flesh. Her screams, her tears, the sight of her blood made me cum hard. She was still alive, but not for much longer. She saw her last film. The only thing that would have made it better was you as my accomplice to fuck her dying and dead body.

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