A couple of girls around my age picked me up, this time. I was wearing my favorite blue dress and my matching blue panties, and my skirt blew up just as they were talking to me. The helped me get my stuff into the car while I worked on keeping my dress down. The told me they lived in the town we were headed into, and that they had plans to start working on Halloween goodies when they got there. They even invited me to help. Now, they seemed nice, so I accepted, and we got to the house and started on the goodies. Once we were done, though, hell broke loose for me. The girls started flirting with me, feeding me bits and pieces of the candies and stuff we’d just made. Then, they were taking my dress off me, seducing me. Suddenly, my hands were yanked over my head, and I was being physically lifted onto the table we’d been working at. My arms were tied to the legs of one side of the table by lengths of rope. My ass was pulled down to the edge of the other side of the table. They pulled my panties aside, and started giggling as they told me how much they’d always wanted to fuck someone with a knife, just to see how it would work. 
They told me that I was perfect, since I was a run away and my family never knew if they would see me again. Then, they were pushing the tip of the big kitchen knife into my cunt, leaving little slashes inside me as they worked it ever deeper. When I started screeching at the pain, one of them took my dress and stuffed it into my mouth. They started pulling it out and pushing it back in, asking me if it was starting to feel good, as tears rolled down my cheeks, and I felt blood slowly seeping from my cunt down to the table and floor beneath me. They kept giggling about how much bleeding I was doing, and how they wondered if it felt as amazing as it looked. After several more minutes of them calling me all kinds of names and telling me to suck it up, relax, and enjoy it, they got tired of it, I suppose. They shoved the knife as deep in me as they could. When part of it still stuck out of me, they jammed it into me, stabbing it deep into my cervix. I felt beyond help…
Marley
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She had to die, there was just no other way! She had seen too much, she knew who I was and I know that she would have reported me for hurting her if I let her go… besides, killing is always the best part anyway! I love seeing the light leave their eyes as the blood leaves their body. I love seeing all their hope just waste away when she realizes that I won’t let her go and that she will never see her family again. I did it with my bare hands too, no knives, no gun only my fists beating her until she was quite dead. It was so much more satisfying that way, so much more personal, so much hotter! It’s always best to do it in a personal way don’t you think?
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