Do the holidays bring out your murder phone sex fantasies? They do most men. I met this man at the mall last week. He seemed flustered shopping. I thought I was being nice by offering to help him shop for the special lady in his life. Sometimes, men need help picking out the perfect gift for their significant other. He was handsome. He seemed like a typical white-collar man in love. He was dressed nice, but he was not wearing an Armani suit or anything. We walked around the mall, and I helped him get the perfect gift for his love. He was going to get her a juicer. I saved his marriage. He asked me for a drink to say thanks. I thought he was harmless. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I was in his car with him when he tased me. I pissed his car seat and passed out. I woke up on the cold ground in the middle of the woods. I had no clue where I was. I thought maybe I was alone, but as soon as I sat up, he came running at me. He was waiting until I was awake to explore his rape phone sex fantasies. I was dumbfounded. He told me I was just dumb. He has no special lady. He explained that there is always some dumb bimbo offering to help him out. It is how he lures his victims. Brilliant like Ted Bundy. He did not look like a serial killer. He tore my holes up with his cock and his fists. Then he strangled me. I passed out, but I was not dead like he hoped. I tried to shallow my breathing and play dead. I am a good pain slut, so when he carved his knife in my flesh, I did not move. I played dead well enough that he left me. I will be the one who got away. My 9 lines though are coming to an end.
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