Snuff Porn

snuff pornI was hired to make a snuff porn. I have a reputation as a no taboos freak. For some coke and some money to buy coke, I will do the kinds of fetish films other women refuse to do. I am not proud. Snuff films aren’t real anyway. It’s fake blood and guts, like a horror film. I showed up at the address the casting agent gave me. It didn’t look like any set I had seen, and I have been on a few. In fact, I saw no one else. I wondered if I had the right address. I had no cell reception, so I couldn’t text or even call anyone. I walked around a bit, then saw the house. It looked like a horror film house, so I assumed that was the place to be. I walked in, called out for anyone. No one responded. I walked around a bit. No electricity. The house was covered in cob webs. No one has been in this place for decades was my guess. I used the light on my iPhone to illuminate my way. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him. A shadowy figure; menacing. Tall, maybe deformed. I heard the chainsaw and I shit my pants. Was this the movie? Or was this my own Texas Chainsaw Nightmare? I ran. Ran smack into a room of dead dismembered bodies. Even high, I am scrappy. I buried myself under a pile of limbs to hide. I was fucked up, but this didn’t feel like a snuff movie. This felt like death. I laid motionless in the dark under a pile of bloody limbs wishing this was a bad dream. I heard foot steps, but I couldn’t see anything. Then, I head the mysterious figure say, “Are you ready to die Blair?” At that moment the chainsaw came crashing down thru the dead bodies. Blood splattered, I felt pain then everything went dark.

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