You must understand that I merely prowl the adult phone chat network for victims, right? Or maybe some hot accomplices I can turn on to my dark arts. I’m a Domme at heart, and a sadistic bitch at that. Giving pain to others makes me drip more than anything else. If you don’t like a scary story, scroll on. But if you’ve ever had snuff fantasies, well, we can talk this one out.
He was squirming, bound and broken at the bottom of my basement steps. My sharp, pointed leather boots had just toed him in the ribs hard enough to give him a bouncing jaunt down the long, cement flight. He was bleeding, a cracked skull and broken ribs for sure. The hungry beasts I keep down there were snarling and snapping, rushing in on his broken body. I shut the door to the sound of him being ripped apart, eaten alive by a staring pack of monsters.
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