Hunting Hour

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Hunting hours..

I got up and I manage to put a make up on. I wanted to be pretty and desirable Im not the prey.. they are..

I was on the side of street keenly waiting for my prey.

A man walk towards me, I can still smell the stench of alcohol ,and cigarettes in his breath.. he came to me and wanted to fuck me in the alley.. yet I said no.. I wanted in the cemetery..

In the quite place and dead silence I go with him like an innocent child..in the cemetery we had sex, while he frantically hump me.. inside my mind is the burning desire to cut him , to plunge every inch of this f@cking knife..

I can't feel anything anyways.. so when he is about to cum this bastard wants me to suck his dick to I obeyed and give him a flirty look and I strip the knife I am holding and cut his shaft and he was panicking with blood oozing, he scream like a baby girl.. But it wasnt enough , I wanted more.. I stabbed him in the gut and stab him more than what he can bear till his breathing getting slower till no sign of life.. I still plunge the knife that match the rhythm of my heartbeat,  till I reach climax, pounding him with knife gives me orgasm,till the knife pierce the ground.

My soul was fed. With every suffering they have, my empty soul will be filled.

I cut his chest and holds the heart pumping his last breath..

Jaidee was beside me.. she holds my hand
and we walk home..she was beside me, I hug her tight while caressing my hair.. I am a child .. I dont deserve the life I have now..

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 06, 2020 ⏰

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