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I was hesitant the first time I took a girl out here. Afraid she might get away, might make to much noise, draw too much attention. Her neck snapped so easily. She was so delicate. They're all so breakable.
The next time the need was greater than the fear. I had to use her, feel all her holes, make her feel me taking her, inside her, owning her. She had to know she had lost. That she was mine and I was going to treat her as I pleased. My play thing.
The next time. This time. I grow bored. I have to get creative. See what I can do to their bodies. What I can fit inside them.i fill them with rocks and sticks. Piss in their mouths and hold them still until they swallow. Beat them for resisting. For getting sick. For disappointing me. Cut off their tits a little bit at a time. Wait for them to wake up after passing out begore I start cutting again.
No one comes. No matter how much they scream. There's no reason to hold back anymore.
It's not enough. Their suffering is never enough. They die to quickly. I get so bored.
Is this one just unconscious or is she gone already? I'll find out when I see how quickly she burns. Maybe it'll be fun. Maybe it'll be enough this time.
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I was hesitant the first time I took a girl out here. Afraid she might get away, might make to much noise, draw too much attention. Her neck snapped so easily. She was so delicate. They're all so breakable.
The next time the need was greater than the fear. I had to use her, feel all her holes, make her feel me taking her, inside her, owning her. She had to know she had lost. That she was mine and I was going to treat her as I pleased. My play thing.
The next time. This time. I grow bored. I have to get creative. See what I can do to their bodies. What I can fit inside them.i fill them with rocks and sticks. Piss in their mouths and hold them still until they swallow. Beat them for resisting. For getting sick. For disappointing me. Cut off their tits a little bit at a time. Wait for them to wake up after passing out begore I start cutting again.
No one comes. No matter how much they scream. There's no reason to hold back anymore.
It's not enough. Their suffering is never enough. They die to quickly. I get so bored.
Is this one just unconscious or is she gone already? I'll find out when I see how quickly she burns. Maybe it'll be fun. Maybe it'll be enough this time.