"And as I spill my seed into you, I would drive a knife through your chest and watch you struggle to breathe as blood spurts out of your chest, drenching me with your blood. And as the bleeding subsides, I would watch you draw your last breath. That way, you would experience undiluted pleasure before you die."

Her blood froze in her veins and she felt her body grew numb as terror coursed through her veins, leaving her mute with horror.

Was he really gonna kill me? I should never have asked him that question. What was I thinking? Was this how my life was gonna end. She paled out...