I lay on my bed as quietly as I could, afraid to even breathe. I couldn’t stop shaking in fear as I replayed the sounds of my mom screaming in my mind. I didn’t think it would be like this when they contacted me online and asked to be allowed in. Listenin...
malc
Do like family kills, I would use a knife rather than a hammer, but, that’s just my kink. The thought of your killer inside you as he swings the hammer,,,,, hot
Darío
Thank you for posting them. They're excellent. The victim's final minutes, told from the victim's perspective and written in such a realistic way, is unique.