So when you told me “I could just eat you up.” I didn’t really expect that to be a literal statement. When you put me up in chains on your wall I really thought we were just going to be kinky. A little big of impact, a tease and denial, But when you took out the knife I started to feel uncomfortable. Then you took the sharpened blade and started to slice piece after piece off of my tits, stomach, thighs. Thin strips that you then put alcohol, bandages, and sanitized the areas… Keeping me in your cold basement, chained up, so you could come and cut your cold cut slices off of me to cook. I was getting used to this fate you’ve put me in. Letting areas heal before you cut more, keeping me fat and healthy as possible considering I’ve been your golden fleshy goose. So when you told me you were having a party, I wasn’t sure what to think but I didn’t feel very sexy, my muscles were beginning to atrophy and my body was covered in scars and healing wounds. But when you and your friends come to see me, rubbing hard cocks and holding knifes… I know I’m in for a very painful experience. So taking ropes and tying them behind my knees, you pull them up and tie them to the rings that are attached to my wrist. I wasn’t sure exactly what your Dark fantasies were exactly and as you came up. Your cock hard and sliding into my pussy as your knife slides along my thigh. Cutting a big long strip of flesh, deeper and more painful than any of the cuts you’ve made before. As you grunted and I looked at the dark sinister glint in your friend’s eyes I knew that tonight I was going to die and I can’t say that I was sad about it or could ignore the excitement that the knowledge I’d finally get out of this hell you’ve put me through will be finally over.
Yummy Whore Hadley
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