The room was dark, the air was warm and moist. I had that bitch tied up, blind folded and gagged just waiting for my next move. I let her sit there for awhile in anticipation of what her abductor was about to do to her. I could hear her whimpering and begging out to the silence for someone, anyone to let her go. She screamed and cried, but no one could hear her but me. Once she had reached her point of desperation, I went to her. I was wearing a red leather outfit, baton in hand. I gently brushed my fingertips across her cheek, watching her body tremble to the unknown terror that I was gladly about to bestow on her. There was something about her fear that sent chills down my spine. I wanted to feel more, more of that breath taking pleasure. I took the baton, and with all that I had, I slapped her across the face, leaving a big red welt on her cheek. Ah, she screamed and screamed in pain asking why? Why her and to please stop and let her go. I lulled her to soft whimpers again, telling her that it’s okay and it will all be over soon. I walked over to my case of treats, and pulled out my favorite surgical knife. I loved it so much because it was shiny and sharp, really sharp at that. Once I approached her again I told her that it would most definitely hurt, and to scream if she wanted. In fact, I’d encourage it. Oh her skin was like butter. The knife sliced through her so easily, I felt like cutting more and more. I’d say I lost a little bit of control during her screams, when I looked down my hands were covered in blood dripping down on the floor. I looked at her and she was beautiful sitting there slumped over in the chair, her blood draining from her body. I leaned over her and whispered in to her unconscious tender body, “See, I told you it would all be over soon.” I brushed the hair out of her face smearing blood into that luscious thick hair of hers, I laid in front of her, and started to rub my throbbing clit. I stared at all of the slashes I made and watched her chest rise and fall, the blood running down her breasts. I rubbed my pussy, and as I started to cum, I watched as her chest rose and fell for the final time. At that moment, my eyes opened and I was chained up in a dark room where the air was warm and moist. There was a ringing in my head and my cheek ached something terrible. I looked up at the table in front of me, and there lay a baton. Coming towards me was my master with a surgical knife in hand saying “Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.” 
I got invited over to a panting party Friday. It was very fun. There were two pretty little things tied up in the basement. John my host and myself got to have fun with art. I got to pick my canvas. I of course chose the lighter skinned redhead. She is perfect for a painting party. You see we both get a girl. And our tools. We get to cut and use her own blood to paint a picture on our canvas. Then we have to decide who was the best artist. I always win. I have a steadier hand. I love to do very detailed cuts to really paint a nice picture. And the winner gets to choose how the canvases die. And of course if you cut to deep and kill your canvas then you lose automatically. I painted a beautiful sunset. With stars all over her. Even put in some mountains and a lake. I won hands down. John pained a bland sun with wavy lines…lol BUT I did like how his lines dripped blood out. But since I wont I got to decide the fun. Johns canvas was hung and stabbed to death. I think the knife killed her before the rope. My beautiful canvas was raped to death while I choked the life right out of her!
