K/V: Victim
Name: Emi
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See pic


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Vladimir took a sip of scotch and relaxed. This was the third year he had held this private get together in his lodge located in the wilds of Siberia. Only his closest friends were invited. All of them extremely wealthy, extremely brutal men. Their shared experiences in the violence of the chaotic 90's gave them a taste for the extreme and illegal. Vladimir smiled as he thought of the surprise he had in store for them.

The surprise timidly entered the room. The laughter and chatter stopped abruptly. "Gentlemen, this here is Ludmila Grigoryev, a very talented ballet dancer from Moscow", Vladimir introduced the girl. She was a beauty, soft brown eyes, brunette hair tied up in a neat bun, graceful limbs that hinted at muscular power, and flawless pale skin that seemed to glow under the lights. "How old are you again, Ludmila?", Vladimir asked paternally. "I turned 21 last week", she murmured. Her voice was almost angelic in its softness. Vladimir felt his dick twitch as he imagined how they would maker that beautiful voice cry for the mercy of death.

The men slowly surrounded Ludmila, their eyes filled with barely disguised lust. The girl realized too late that this was no ordinary audition. She twirled around, looking for an exit and Misha, her agent, but to no avail. Both had disappeared.
Greedy, powerful hands stripped Ludmila of her ballet uniform, tearing it to shreds. Ludmila cried out in fear and pain as she was pushed down to the floor. Tears welled in her big brown eyes.

"Alright, my friends. Enough with this playtime stuff, you want to see the real show, yes?", Vladimir shouted. Cheers rose up from the men as they all marched up to join him at the bar. Ludmila curled up into a fetal position, sobbing. Vladimir's thugs came and dragged her down to the pit, then forced her to spread her legs. Her arms were tied to a pole embedded into the wall. They scurried away to join their boss.

The siberian tiger had been deliberately starved for two days. It stepped into the pit, eyes locked onto the shivering young woman. Ludmila felt warm piss run down her legs as she stared down the vicious predator cat. The tiger pounced, its razor sharp claws slicing open Ludmila's taut belly. Her guts burst out as the starved animal buried its muzzle deep into Ludmila's organs.

She screamed in agony and terror, her eyes bulging. In sheer bestial desperation, she kicked at the tiger, her powerful dancers legs managing to push the tiger away for a moment. The big cat roared, more in annoyance than anything else. Ludmila tried to back away, but her restraints kept her in place. The tiger leapt forward once more, this time clamping its jaws around Ludmila's left breast. It tore the fatty lump off her chest with ease. "Mama, mama, it hurts, it huuurts so much", the girl whined. Her face was pale as she slowly bled out. The tiger resumed its feeding, tugging at ropes of intestine as it satiated its hunger. Ludmila finally passed away from blood loss and shock, 20 minutes after getting attacked.

Grigor turned to Vladimir and chuckled. "Oh that was good, my friend. I can't wait for you to one up yourself next year!"
Vladimir smiled, and raised a cup towards the still remains of the girl.
"She was a good performer, wasn't she?".