Do you have killer phone sex fantasies? Well, I do not. I talk a mean game, but I do not want to die. I love my life. Now, I never mind being your accomplice, but I am trying to leave my victim life behind me. It is not going well, however. I was with a group of guys over the weekend who asked me if I wanted to play Russian Roulette with them. I thought it was like Blackjack or something. I thought maybe they were inviting me to the casino to play some games of chance. Russian Roulette is a game of chance but not a game played in a casino. Not a game I ever want to play again either. These guys took me to some trailer in the middle of nowhere. It was a dingy trailer like something out of trailer park hell. It looked and smelled like a crack house. The furniture was like crappy even in the 70s. Burnt orange shag carpeting with green wallpaper. It smelled like death. Ass soon as I was like, I am calling an Uber and leaving, the men were no longer so nice. They jumped me and stripped me naked. They tied me up in a ball with my ass exposed. One of the guys pulled out a revolver and spun the chamber. There was one bullet in the chamber with the rest empty. He rammed the gun up my ass and clicked the trigger. I almost shit myself. I mean I had a 1 in 6 chance of dying like an ass rape porn star. He pulled the gun out of my ass, spun the chamber again, and shoved the gun down my mouth making me taste the shit, my shit. He pulled the trigger again, and it was blank, but I still pissed myself. No wonder that dingy trailer smelled like death. I am sure some other girl did shit herself before she died on the very floor I was on. I survived that macabre game of Russian Roulette on my fuck holes. I may not be so lucky the next time.
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