Snuff is an addiction. You are my fucking drug. I need you to take my life blood. I need you to crave me, and be hungry to taste my soft flesh. I want to feel the sharpness of your blade cutting into my tits. Cut out bite size pieces and we can eat them together. Make me devour myself for you. Feed me my own nipples and feed me my own clit. Slice them off and make me chew them up and swallow them.
Take me to the edge of death by draining my blood out of my pussy. Take your spiked leather glove and fist my pussy. Punch the spikes up through my vagina and into my uterus, slicing and destroying my uterus. Make me the worthless piece of shit I am. Keep thrusting your fist with the spikes deeper and deeper, until I can feel the spikes stinging the back of my throat. Your whole arm is inside me, blood everywhere, and your spiked fist sits in my chest ready to punch itself free.
Slice my eyelids off so that I have to watch. Then curl your arm so that your spiked fist comes straight out between my tits and tears me open in a shower of blood and screams. Then as my staring eyes start to fade, tell me I am your dirty little fucking whore. I need that to be the last thing I hear.