“Don’t make a fucking sound or I will slit your throat bitch.” He digs the knife in deeper, as he starts to pull down my panties and the rest of my clothing. I really was just playing the victim in Murder phone sex Fantasies, and all of a sudden he was actually here! I had no idea, and now I have a feeling about what is going to happen. He gets me naked and takes me to my room, locking the door behind him and with a bag in his hands. He pushes me onto the ground on my hands and knees and ties them together. He uses a device to spread my legs and keep them spread. I am whining now and starting to beg, but this only pisses him off more. He comes up to me and cuts some of my hair off and shoves it into my mouth telling me to shut the fuck up. He proceeds to fuck my cunt and ass over and over as he uses a cord to choke me till I blackout. I always wake up to him forcing his cock down my throat, and I am sure this is how I am going to die. He is fucking me and I am screaming bloody murder as he says “shut the fuck up bitch, you wanna fucking die you, damn whore?” And this time he wraps the cord around my neck harder than ever before. He is screaming as he fucks me and as I lose consciousness. I can only hear him say “die whore, die whore” over and over.
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