Sex with dead bodies is what he said he wanted for Christmas. I looked at him and laughed. I didn’t think he was serious. When I started laughing and dismissed what he was saying as a joke, he throttled me. His hands, big and strong, were wrapped around my neck tightly. I was fighting him off, but he was so strong. I could feel myself getting weak because I was losing oxygen. I managed to get away. I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in. But, it was like a scene from The Shining. He took an axe to the door and said, “Here’s Tommy.” I was trapped. I pleaded for my life. I begged for forgiveness for doubting he wanted to fuck my dead corpse. He claimed I was on Santa’s naughty list and didn’t deserve to live. I had no where to go. I was in the tub with my hands covering my face when he started hacking at my arms. My blood sprayed the walls. I slumped over the tub. My arms bleeding out into the tub. I felt his cock enter my ass as I my body slowly drained out in the tub. The last thing I remember was a knife to my throat as he told me my old used up ass wasn’t tight enough to get him off. He slit my throat, saying maybe I would be a better fuck dead. What do you think?
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