My New Love Is A Psychopath- Musical Chairs

Killer phone sexThere was something delightfully wicked in the air when I walked through the bar the other night. I took my seat in the far corner as I usually do, looking like a tasty treat for someone to take advantage of. It was only a little while when a man walked up to me, he was good looking with a charm but I could sense he had a much darker side. Especially when he handed me a drink before the drugs in it had even dissolved. I happily drank it and next thing I know I’m waking up in a dark room with 6 other strangers. They varied in age, gender, and looks in front of use were 7 chairs. We heard a voice it was his voice. He instructed us that when the music stops we should each be in a chair, but only one of the chairs were safe. 6 would die and one would live. Panic ensued with the other as the frequently examined each chair while the music played. I merely swayed to the music and walked to the chair in front of me. The music stopped and everyone scrambled to a chair. The lights went off, I’m not sure how long it took but I heard shuffling, slicing, screaming. I felt warm splats of blood land on my body, then the lights came on the man was standing before me covered in red, bodies is all that became of my temporary companions. He asked why I so calmly choose a chair, why I did not panic like the others. I fell to my knees and started to undo his pants. I explained that I felt death was my soulmate and he was always welcomed around me. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him off with a passion I’ve never had before. He stopped me before he came so he could have me jack him off all over the corpses he had made.

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