Barthemew
I'm no longer tied up but my chest aches. My lungs are gasping.
He's looming over me. He grabs my chin and looks me dead on.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to skin someone alive." He says darkly. He smiles.
I scream. Or at least I try with the ducktape on my mouth.
"Oh come on. Haven't you ever wondered sick thoughts? The feeling of a knife plunging into someone. The ring of screams in your ear. The taste of them?" He says laughing.
My eyes widen.
He takes the tape off.
"I need some final words." He says.
"Fat fuck." I say before being dragged by the hair to the table. He straps me down and gets how a butcher knife. Dammit. I'm cliche. :(
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The Culinary Massacre
RomanceMe and my friend wrote this as a way to make fun of our culinary teacher. Enjoy :) ⚠️Warning⚠️ Smut, and lots of it CANNON ENDING ON @frogz3210 ACCOUNT NOW WITH A CHARACTER AI FOR MR HUSKEY!!!!!!
