It was pure torture sex. He was pissed at me. I had clear directions to score him some heroin. He has a record. If he was caught buying drugs, he would go back to prison for longer than the first time. I’m expendable. If I got caught, I’d get a light sentence and I’d be replaced with another stupid whore. When I came back with only coke, he punched me in the face and tossed me down the stairs into the basement. The floor was damp and slimy. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel something slithering by me. OMG. Snakes. The floor was filled with snakes. I am terrified of snakes, he knows that. I lost track of how long I was down there before the lights came on. When I saw the floor, I puked. Likely, 100 snakes slithered the cold concrete slab with me. As he walked down the stairs, the snakes recoiled from him, from me. He was a snake charmer. He spit in my face and dragged me by my feet into another room. I was terrified because I knew what ever was in room #2 would be worse. It was. Spiders. They crawled all over my body. It was my own chamber of horrors. I was screaming and begging for mercy. He just laughed, watched and jacked off. In his sadistic voice, he said, “Next time bring me back what I ask for bitch.”
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