The Play Room

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The man had brought the woman to play. That's all she had known. Nothing more and nothing less. The woman believed it would be a simple hook up. He'd get off and she'd get off...hopefully. But, the man had other plans.
The playroom was a twenty by twenty foot sound sealed room in a basement in an unmarked house. The type of house, that if you were a delivery driver, you'd drive past over and over. Most likely would deliver the pizza down the street thinking you had the right place. But, you'd never have the right place.
The man paid cash for the home as he did with everything in his life. He owned no debit cards or credit cards. Nor bank accounts or Roth 401K. He preferred to keep it paper and paper alone.
The playroom was crafted slowly over the five years. A tedious process indeed, but that's what made the man love it so much more. It was not a labor of love but a labor of need.
  The walls of the "play room" were covered in dildos of every length and very size. In addition, were whips and chains, ticklers and vibrators, oils and lubricants, clamps and gags, stretchers and stoppers, ropes and binding. Those were mostly for show. His tool box is where he kept the real toys. The knives and scalpels, hammers and nails, poison and laxatives, burners and lighters, saws and axes. That's where the real fun was.
  The playroom had ten cameras that were constantly recording. The man had a shoebox of DVD's which he kept close to his personal computer. Each one was written with sharpie, labeled such as "Pig #1" and "Pig #2". The man thumbed through them and picked out one called "Pig #12" and popped it into his computer.        A little video screen popped up showing a busty brunette spread eagle on his bed. From the camera angle all you could see was her privates, some black public hair and two mounds drooped to either side of her shoulders with little Hershey kiss nipples.
  "Are you ready", the man could be heard saying.
  "Yes," the woman said.
  The sound of a chainsaw roared to life as the woman peeked over her bosoms and screamed. The man entered the frame naked, with the chainsaw held over his head as he taunted her with it.
  The man watching himself, put on headphones to get a better listening experience. As the woman screamed, he fingered his prick, playing with its head.
  He watched as he took the chainsaw and buried it deep in the woman, her body convulsing and spraying blood. Pieces of intestine whipped into the camera as the man growled in excitement. He pushed harder and harder until he cut her completely in half.
 

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