Snuff porn until Christmas. That is my fate. I need money for gifts and coke. My husband gave me money to Christmas shop, but I put it up my nose. Now, I have no more blow and no money to buy gifts or coke. A friend told me about auditions at this new underground seedy club. It is a place where men pay lots of money to do whatever they want to women. Torture, force fuck, bondage, toilet play… all the things most women won’t do. She needed money too, so my friend and I went together. The women waiting to get in were junkies and bimbos. Most of them looked rode hard put away wet. I am a coke whore, but I look classy, well at least compared to a strung-out heroin whore in need of a fix. There was a man deciding on who got in. The pay was $500 cash. When the guy got to us, he gave us a wad of cash and ushered us in. I guess we had the look he wanted. Once we were inside, we were on an auction block. Men bid on us. I went for $10,000. Suddenly, my little $500 felt like pocket change. I could hear screams, smell blood and I heard what sounded like a chainsaw. This was like something straight out of a Hostel movie. I was either not going to live, or wish I was dead afterwards. The man who bought me, never spoke to me. I guess he didn’t want to personalize me. I had to think quick because I saw the hammer, big knives and other torture sex devices. I was not going to live. He started stabbing me. Swallow but painful jabs because he was unsure he wanted to kill me. He paid to snuff me, but in a moment of hesitation, I got away. I ran through a maze of dead women. I grabbed my friend and got the hell out. We were both bloody and bruised. It was a near death experience. Somehow, I think if you paid to torture me, you wouldn’t hesitate.
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