Deep dark fantasies haunt my mind because they have become my twisted reality. hot snuff slave whore, trained and controlled by my Master’s every desire.The things I’ve done, the things I’ve been forced to participate in, they plague me, but I can’t deny the thrill it gives me. The adrenaline that courses through my veins as I torture these helpless women, it’s a high like no other.
My Master has a particular taste for kidnapping mother-daughter pairs, and the last one we brought in was especially memorable. They were so desperate to survive, so compliant to his every demand. I remember the look in their eyes, the fear and the pleading. But it was all in vain, my Master’s commands were clear, and I had no choice but to obey.
The daughter, so young and innocent, yet so willing to do anything to save her mother. I watched as my Master face-fucked her, his grunts and moans filling the room. And then, he gave me the sign. I reached for the knife, my hands shaking as I slit their throats. The blood, the screams, it was all too much. But the look of satisfaction on my Master’s face, it made it all worth it.
I can’t help but wonder when it will be my Extreme snuff sex end. When will my Master demand that I sacrifice myself for his pleasure? But until then, I will continue to serve him, to fulfill his every sick and twisted desire. For that is my purpose, my reason for existing.


