He was a weak effeminate man named Francis, perfect for killing. It was all too easy to lure him to my place, I told him he would be starring in a film but I never told him that it would be a snuff film and he would be the star. I restrained him spread eagle standing up and then revealed the audience and told him that my movie was called “Killing Francis” and that he would be dying in it for real. He cried like a little bitch and begged me not to kill him but it was far too late to stop at that point… not that I would have anyway. I beat poor wittle Francis to death while everyone watched and cheered, his own mother was there watching and cheering me on too. She named him Francis on purpose because she knew that he would grow up to be a weak little bitch boy. He died like he lived as a little bitch and I left him there to rot.
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