Snuff Porn Death Scene

He told me he wanted to put me in snuff porn. I needed the money, and I did not grasp yet what he was taking about because I was jonesing for my next fix. I thought I was at a temp modeling agency, but this agency was much more sinister. The guy I interviewed with was a sex trader who sells women on the black market. He did not have a job for me. He had a buyer for me. I just had no clue, until it was too late. I was in this dark room waiting to meet who I thought was my co-star. He was my captor and executioner. This was like Hostel. Women were duped into auditioning for their deaths. The guy came in wearing a black mask. He told me I was a piece of trash and a worthless junkie whore. He thought I was some street junkie who had no family who would look for her. I am a suburban housewife with a secret life. A secret life that was going to get me killed. He had all sorts of knives and devices that could cause fatal harm to me. He was into torture sex. He flunked out of medical school, but since he comes from money, he can buy his fun and fund his sick education. He started slicing my skin, peeling it off my body so he could see my veins and the blood pulse through them. The pain was immeasurable. I had never felt anything like this before. Surely, I was about to die. Die a horrible and painful death. I was tied up in his chair, skinless. Every nerve in my body exposed for his macabre experiments. I was going into shock when he doused me in gasoline and lit me on fire. I felt like I was in hell. I wished I were because that would have meant I was dead already. What are your snuff phone sex fantasies?

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