Why is there always someone shoving knifes and cocks into me? Actually, I am kind of used to that, but being eaten in places other than my pussy, that was new for me. The first day of school wasn’t bad, and cheerleading practice was a blast as always. Now that I am cheer captain, all of the girls want to be my friend, and I am so excited about it. A group of the girls invited me to a cemetery party later that night, and I hate cemeteries, especially at night, but I agreed to go because I wanted them to think I was cool. When I got home I showered, and I did my hair and makeup. I slipped into my little black dress, and snuck out the window. I sneak around a lot because whenever my foster dad sees me, he violates me. I get to the cemetery, and all of the girls are wearing these weird black robes. It seemed like it was just me and the girls there. I was really confused, and I asked if the party was moved and they hung around to tell me. I was answered with silence. They started walking through the graveyard, and I didn’t know what else to do so I followed them. In the very back of the cemetery was a large crypt, and the girls walked into it. I assumed that’s where the party was, but I was so creeped out. I considered turning around and going home, but I didn’t want them thinking I was a pussy. So, I walked in after them, and when I walked in the large stone door was pushed closed behind me. the girls were standing around a star drawn on the floor with chalk, and I the center was a huge man I have never seen. They forced me into the circle with him, and they joined hands around us. I tried to run, but the man grabbed me. He threw me to the floor hard enough that we both knew I was not getting up. He violated all of my holes, while they chanted bullshit in an other language. When he was done with me, he stepped out of the circle, and all of the girls closed in on me. They pounced like tigresses, and began ripping my flesh off with their teeth. How do I always get myself into these situations?
It is true I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately that there are so many ways to die and most of them is the outcome of accident or chance. However I prefer to the ways that are purely intentional you know what I mean. Surprisingly only a small number of people get to experience a planned death. You have it all planned out you took time deciding how you were going to kill me. I know you have many different options and so many tools at your disposal you try so hard to make each life you take unique. I don’t fear you, you’re my angel of death, I praise you as my savior. On this earth I’m nothing more than a whore who pursues death as a release from my life full of distasteful sin. I’m ready for you. Will you bring my Murder phone sex Fantasies to life?
