The call came in that help was needed. I do have a few friends but not many, so when one of them calls to ask for help I go, no questions asked. When I arrived he was sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette, his hand was shaking like crazy. He didn’t look at all well. I sat down next to him and asked him what was wrong. He told me that his son had made a mistake, a huge mistake and that he was in the house. As I got up to go into the house to find out just what the hell was going on he grabbed my hand, looked up at me and said, “I’ll pay you what ever you want, just take care of it.”
Now I was very curious. I walked into the house, it was dead quiet. It seemed that his son had left, then I heard someone moving around upstairs. As I got to the top of the steps his son appeared. He was covered in blood, he had it in his hair, his chest, his under ware, legs, he looked like he just stepped out of a horror movie. He just pointed into the bathroom. I went in to see what was what. There she was, crumpled in the tub. I couldn’t tell where the actual wounds were, I stepped closer to sit on the edge of the tub.
She looked almost angelic with her blue eyes staring straight ahead, brown hair up over the lip of the tub, making a halo. I traced my fingers over her face, she was still warm, I checked for a pulse but there was none. I stood up, brought my finger to my mouth and sucked off the blood. I turned to look at my friend’s son. I asked him what happened. He told me that they were having sex and he got carried away, he was choking her and went too far. Okay, but why was there all that blood if she was choked? Plus it takes a lot of force to actually strangle someone, it isn’t like it is in the movies, it takes a while and a shit load of pressure over a long period of time, so his story was a bunch of shit, but hey, who am I to judge.
He went on to explain that after he realized she was dead he didn’t know what to do so he put her in the tub then decided that the best course of action would be to dismember her, clean up, then dump the parts somewhere before his Dad got home. What this Einstein didn’t realize that it takes a lot of effort and time to dismember a body. It isn’t like cutting into a piece of bread, especially if you are only using a knife. I asked him if anyone knew she was there, he said no because he picked her up because she was hitch hiking and as far as he knew she didn’t even have a cell phone. I told him to take a shower, put some gloves on, get a trash bag and put her stuff into it and go and put it in my car.
I had to spend the whole night taking care of that damn mess. I have no clue of who she was because he was right, no cell phone, I didn’t even find a wallet, just some money in her jeans, a few pieces of clothing in her backpack and some gear for doing Heroine, other than that she was just some chick who decided to fuck the wrong guy. Something good did come out of the whole thing though, I made a nice little chunk of money.
I auditioned for a snuff porn. I had to prove why I was worthy to die. I looked into his camera and pleaded with him to take my life. I know I am a worthless whore. Just a blonde bimbo with a death wish. He didn’t think I was worthy of death, not yet at least. He said in death I would feel no pain. He wanted me to have many more years of pain. Intense, awful pain. He made me his sex slave instead of his snuff queen. With a collar around my neck and a ball gag in my mouth, he ushered in a bunch of men. He ordered them to fuck me like I was a piece of meat and they were starving wild animals. I was scared because there were so many of them. I wanted to die not be a gangbang rape porn star. Those horny men didn’t care what I wanted. They made me want death even more after they assaulted me. Three cocks in a hole at a time does serious damage to pretty fuck holes. My ass was bleeding. My cunt was stretched to the point one of my cunt lips tore. They grabbed at my tits with such strength that one of my saline bags popped. They ravaged me for so long it felt like I was being fucked to death. He wouldn’t allow me to die, however. He said it was more fun to make me wish I was dead.
