Master has started to really pick up a cult following of his snuff porn films. He decided that he wanted to branch into more categories besides his usual ass rape porn. He says these things to me but I am finding it hard to believe that Master is not manipulating me in some way. He loves every minute of pain I endure when random objects are probed into my anal cavities and my rectum bleeds so much I pass out. Still he insisted that there are other things that I need to do to impress my fans. Short of murder I was not sure what Master was asking of because if he could dream it in his sick twisted mind he could do it.
He strapped me to a chair and blind folded my eyes. I was terrified that I was going to be killed. It is a funny feeling when you are used as someone’s torture victim for as long as I had been. I was terrified that the next person whom was going to die at his hands was going to me.
Yet at the same time, this feeling of relief would come over my body when I finally accepted that the end was now. Suddenly my nerve endings were hit with a sudden sting. I screamed out gripping the edges of the chair, my wrist pushing against my restraints. The burning moved down across my bell, and down towards my cunt.
I took a second to compose myself. It smelled floral, and then I realized that it was warm. The overwhelming feeling of death had caused me to instantly freak out. He was burning me only slightly and dripping my body in candle wax. I quiet liked the feeling actually. He coated me in wax and then uncovered my eyes to a view of him holding a knife. That feeling came back and I started to scream. He gave me a devious grin and began to scrap the wax from my rib cage. I whimpered at the thought that any minute now he would dig in deep. He didn’t, he just continued with his mind fuck. Ass hole.