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Knock-knock.

"Come in." Voice answered me from behind the door.

Man walk in, seeing her lying on the couch half naked, long slender crossed, and dark red hair flowing down her exposed collarbones. Her judging gaze glances over his face and travels down to his wide shoulders, lingers on muscular hands and focusing on his crotch. Her face stayed cold as stone, with only hardened nipples pointing through a thin black top as a sign of even mild interest.

"So...Skye, right?" Man lands on a soft chair right next to her."Name is Damon-"

"Damon Slasher." She cuts him off. "Snuff porn actor, featured in about a two hundred films, including full two hours slasher movies...since the stage name. Last actress you snuffed had four orgasms before you killed her."

"Five - one more didn't fit in a final cut. Other than that - yeah, all true." Damon nodded to every word she said. "So, what's your deal?"

"I've never been satisfied before. And I want you to fix that."

Damon wasn't used for this assertive demeanor - timid and shy or the ones to play scared were more of his types. That didn't mean he didn't like her. She just needed a bit of work...

"Have you tried doing it with a girl?"

"Oh please, I didn't call you to be my therapist." She rolled her eyes, then glared back at the man. "I called you to fuck me."

"Heh? I'm a snuff star, not a prostitute."

"I'll pay double!" She suddenly raised her voice. "I had sex with all dad's friends, all of their spoiled rotten sons, and even some of their spoiled rotten daghters! None of them were enough!"

"Sigh. What I'm trying to say is that it will cost ya something more than just money."

"Get my head then!" Her voice wavered for a moment, and a suddle blush appeared on her cheeks. Strap of her top fell from her shoulder from a sudden jump, leaving it barely hanging on. "Put it on the wall or use it as an onahole, I don't care. Just make me tremble in pleasure like a bitch!"

Damon smiled, finally recognizing the cracks in her facade. Just need to push a little harder to tear her open. "Now you're speaking my language, girl. Believe me, you'll be begging for me to chop it."

"You only get it if I'm satisfied!" She pulled her top by the second strap dragged it off her gorgeous chest.

"Does your dad know?" Damon got the last formality, taking off the shirt off his chiseled torso.

"What's he's gonna do? Get me grounded?"

Skye pushed the man deeper into the chair and attacked his belt. Jeans came off along with underwear. Girl elgantly grabbed his dick and started stroking and helping with her tongue.

"I've met girls just like you, you know. Believe me, the head coming off is not the price you pay..." Damon's machete whistled, drawn out of his sheath. "...It's the goal you're looking forward to."

He pressed the blade to Skya's neck and drew blood. She closes her eyes, visualising blank stare on her pale face with a slight trace of pleasure. Just a little taste was enough to make her slip her hand in her panties without even realizing it.

"Yes, that's exactly how you're gonna look like."

Skya attempted to climb on Damon's lap, but that's not what she really needed; the man forced her onto the couch. Girl boxers were torn in one forcefull move. Skye looked at the man with wide open eyes, breaghing heavily. Never before a man so strong pinned her down like that. If he wanted to, he could destroy her.

He slammed his dick in without warning, as if tearing a new hole in her body. Each thrust sends a wave through the stomach. It's like she was doing something wrong this whole time. Groaning and holding her moans back, she let him use her like a toy. Something grew in her, trying to burst her from inside. And then...

"Oh, fu-u-uck!" Skya screamed at the top of her lungs, shaking in an ecstatic spasms.

She was cumming. Not just cumming - she was squirting and shaking as if being electrocuted. She was resting for a while, breathing deeply with her head spinning.

"My head is yours..." She says, still catching her breath. "That was so fucking good..."

"Glad you liked it. But I'm ain't done yet."

He flips her on the stomach and thrusts deep into her ass.

Girlish, not at all fit for an owner, screams travelled far through villa's halls and corridors every time she cums. How many times was it? Three? Five? Skye wasn't counting. Forvthe first time she wasn't thinking of how to draw out the scarce drops of pleasure she gets, and just soaked herself it it. Only one thought was cycling in her head on repeat.

She is finally going to die.

"I'm close...please, cut it! Cut my head off!" She whimpered, squirming under Damon's pounding. "I want to feel your blade when I cum!"

Damon grinned. "Beg."

And not a trace of her dignity left to resist.

"I beg you! Please, I beg you, snuff me! snuff me like those bitches in your movies!"

He could've slice her head off with just one swing. But instead, Damon slowly saw it into her tensed up neck, cutting through skin, then muscles, trachea, and finally stopping against solid bone. Blood bursts out in a spray. The body beats against Damon's, sending wave after wave of intoxicating agony to a brain already drowned in it. Spine cracks, severing Skye's ties to her body, as well as her live. Last thing Skye sees was her twitching, decapitated, soaked in blood and love juices body.

***

Black Cadillac parked near the enterance to the villa. A woman, humming along wjth a song steps out, dragging behind bags of wastefully bought expensive goods, but then freezes in place. Damon, still talking to a phone, crossed eyes with her. She crossed eyes with the head carelessly hanging by the hair in his hand - her daughter's.

"You know,on a second thought," Damon said, noticing the way woman licked her lips. "Can we move the meeting an hour or two later?"

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Name: May
Age: 18
Character: casual about sex snuff, yet mildly excited to be butchered.
Setting: you know this thing when people from rural regions, aka farms, sometimes gift you their harvest because they had more then expected? Well, May, your childhood friend,just had another sibling born. And she descides to gift herself to you as a piece of first class girl meat.