“Oh, you think you’ve had violent sex bitch? No no no, you’ve had violent phone sex, you stupid fucking whore!” He half whispers and growls through the phone. I try to speak but he cuts me off. “Don’t worry cunt you’ll see soon enough.” He hangs up the phone and I stare at it. Scared and confused about what to do. Will he find me? How could he? And if he did what does he plan to do? I had trouble sleeping. So around midnight, I took a handful of sleeping pills to relax into a peaceful sleep. When I awoke he was there a knife already cutting into my neck and my mouth, ankles, and wrists already bound insanely tight. I can’t believe he’s here and he’s got an evil smile on his face seeing me squirm and squeal in pain and fear. His cock is rock hard from the fear in my eyes. He keeps cutting small bits into my neck and then all over my body. Slowly on some and deep and fast on others. I am crying and screaming through the gag but I am helpless. He finally puts down the knife, but he has got more brutal plans for me as he begins to use his fists to beat my face in. I try to defend myself but I can’t move at all and it doesn’t take long for him to knock me out. When I wake up I am tied up with my stomach on the bed and head hanging off. He sees me awake and shoves his cock down my throat using his hand to squeeze my airway and his cock to fill my mouth and throat. I start to blackout. But not before I see what he has planned for me next. As the room dimmed I saw the pictures and videos he was playing of him covering girls in tattoos of revolting and degrading names. Some missing body parts, some appeared lifeless. I didn’t have time to be scared everything went dark.
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