He wanted to make some snuff porn for the holidays. Sort of a naughty Santa thing. I thought I was going to be his star, but he wanted something much younger than me. I was able to find something he wanted. She was unattended at the mall. I suspect she just got lost as she was too young to be alone anywhere. I grabbed her and brought her to my client’s warehouse where he makes his deadly films. I felt guilty. She was a cute girl. It is the holidays, and it would be her last Christmas. Instead of being excited to see Santa, she was going to be terrified of him. But it is not my place to be a savior. I am an accomplice and in the snuff sex business it is the survival of the fittest. If I did not do my part, he would have killed me. He was dressed as Santa. He said he had investors and fat cats who pay good money for holiday porn. I strapped her down. He stripped her and fucked her while dressed like Santa. He tore her tiny holes up. Her little pussy was bleeding. Her little butthole was prolapsed. She was bleeding and crying. He was being a savage Santa to her tiny holes. I was turned on honestly, but guilt ridden too. She could have been me years ago. If my father had the contacts, he would have sold me for a snuff film too. He would have no remorse profiting off my body either. This guy was double dipping. He was streaming the snuff flick and participating in the death and destruction of a young little girl. He was loving it. He had no remorse whatsoever. I was paid for my assistance as the talent scout, so I felt less guilty holding that bag of cash. More girls will die before Christmas because he is on a 12 days of teen rape porn before Christmas marathon. I need to find him another angel for tonight.
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