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A short little horror story . . . chapter 6
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A short little horror story . . . chapter 6 Warning the rest of these chapters contain descriptions of extreme violence. Then it finally happened. It finally happened. One of them came down with the keys in his hand. This was it. Her moment. This was her chance for freedom. To finally escape. But she didn't want to escape. She wanted her revenge. She wanted to make them suffer. He climbed on top of her. He was inside her. He lifted his head with his eyes closed. This was the perfect moment. She reached underneath her mattress and pulled out her . She just had one chance. Her first strike had to stop him from fighting back. She reached up and stabbed him over and over again in the neck. Ripping and tearing at him. Blood pouring out. He started gasping barely able to breathe. He fell back to the floor gasping for air. She saw his huge erect penis pull from her. She could have quickly gone for the keys to free yourself but she didn't . She wanted to cut off his penis while it was still erect . She grabbed it and kept cutting at it trying to cut it off his body. Finally tears it away from his body. He laid gasping struggling to breathe. She grabbed the keys and released herself from her chains. She turned him over on his stomach weighing her knee down on his elbow. She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled up as hard as she could. She wanted to his arm at the elbow joint. She heard a crack as it finally gave way. She grab his other arm and did the same. She dragged him over to the stairway. Resting his ankle between the steps. She stood on his ankle jumping on it trying to his ankle in half trying to break his ankle bone. She finally heard it crack. She did the same to the other ankle. She drags him underneath the staircase. She hid him away to suffer to his death. Now she laid in wait for whoever else would come down the stairway. Soon she was left in darkness the night had fallen like a cold reminder of death whispering in your ear. No one else came down that night. She was left with him gurgling on his blood with deep moans of a tortured body. She wondered why no one else came down that night but they didn't. And how was it that he was still alive but he was. The anger within her had not subsided. The opposite she felt empowered released from torment. Only revenge burned in her heart. She grew tired of him clinging to life. He wasn't suffering enough. She stood on his chest jumping trying to crack his ribs. Shoving their sharp edges deep into his body. They were alone together as she slowly tortured him to death. As she finally heard his last breath. As she was finally rid of this filthy trash. To be continued . . .  |
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27/11/2020 22h26 |
That is one gruesome ending my friend. Happy Friday to you I hope its a great start to your weekend.. 
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27/11/2020 14h47 |
Nice
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That is one gruesome ending my friend. Happy Friday to you I hope its a great start to your weekend.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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27/11/2020 12h24 |
Warning the rest of these chapters contain descriptions of extreme violence. Then it finally happened. It finally happened. One of them came down with the keys in his hand. This was it. Her moment. This was her chance for freedom. To finally escape. But she didn't want to escape. She wanted her revenge. She wanted to make them suffer. He climbed on top of her. He was inside her. He lifted his head with his eyes closed. This was the perfect moment. She reached underneath her mattress and pulled out her knife. She just had one chance. Her first strike had to stop him from fighting back. She reached up and stabbed him over and over again in the neck. Ripping and tearing at him. Blood pouring out. He started gasping barely able to breathe. He fell back to the floor gasping for air. She saw his huge erect penis pull from her. She could have quickly gone for the keys to free yourself but she didn't . She wanted to cut off his penis while it was still erect . She grabbed it and kept cutting at it trying to cut it off his body. Finally tears it away from his body. He laid gasping struggling to breathe. She grabbed the keys and released herself from her chains. She turned him over on his stomach weighing her knee down on his elbow. She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled up as hard as she could. She wanted to snap his arm at the elbow joint. She heard a crack as it finally gave way. She grab his other arm and did the same. She dragged him over to the stairway. Resting his ankle between the steps. She stood on his ankle jumping on it trying to snap his ankle in half trying to break his ankle bone. She finally heard it crack. Then she did the same to the other ankle. She drags him underneath the staircase. She hid him away to suffer to his death. Now she laid in wait for whoever else would come down the stairway. Soon she was left in darkness the night had fallen like a cold reminder of death whispering in your ear. No one else came down that night. She was left with him gurgling on his blood with deep moans of a tortured body. She wondered why no one else came down that night but they didn't. And how was it that he was still alive but he was. The anger within her had not subsided. The opposite she felt empowered released from torment. Only revenge burned in her heart. She was tired of him clinging to life. He wasn't suffering enough. She stood on his chest jumping trying to crack his ribs. Shoving their sharp edges deep into his body. They were alone together as she slowly tortured him to death. As she finally heard his last breath. As she was finally rid of this filthy trash. To be continued . . .
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