The last torture phone sex lover left my whore cunt dripping and my panties soaked.
In his fantasy I was just some young, stupid bimbo bitch who was dumb enough to trust him.
Answering random ads on the internet is never a good idea and he was about to teach me why.
I was looking to be a model and trying to find the cheapest photographer that I could.
After talking with him, he convinced me that he could help get my name and face out there.
He talked me into coming to his private studio so that I could model for him.
Some nice, sexy pictures would help me stand out amongst the other girls trying to make it big.
The “studio” was in a dark and creepy basement of an abandoned building downtown.
I stripped down to nothing but my panties and thigh high stockings, just like he told me to.
The camera snapped away as he got closer and closer to me.
I thought that maybe he was going to start touching me or something.
Instead, he pulled out a knife and rammed it right into my chest.
Before I could even scream, he had stabbed me over and over again.
He kept sinking that blade into my body repeatedly and calling me every name he could think of.
As he stabbed me over and over, he kept reminding me that no one could hear my screams.
My tits were shredded and blood poured from the stab wounds.
I could barely move when he got on top of me and started force fucking me.
His cock pounded into my cunt and then ripped into my asshole.
The pain was so intense that I kept blacking out.
He fucked me for hours until I went limp and started to fade out from losing so much blood.
When he knew he had fucked the life out of me, he pulled his dick out and blew one last load across my face.
I was just a stupid cumrag whore until the very end.
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