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🧬 , 🎧 , 🍰🍓, 🕯️, 🏥 , 🥩 , 🐦⬛ , 💽
PATIENT ENTRY:
Know that everything I post here is fictional and for the sake of kink + fantasy.
This is a place for me to post / rb whatever I feel like. That may include, but is not limited to, paraphilic content, occasional gore, hornyposting, sh mentions, substance abuse, etc.
Do not hesitate to block me. Have enough self-respect to follow your own DNI criteria. I block liberally.
I have a partner { 👾 11/13/2024 } ; please keep that in mind moving forward.
✅ Sinful / lustful / parasocial behavior is accepted and encouraged. Feel free to interact as much as you like!
❌ Sliding into my DMs with the intentions of : ERP / demanding pics / etc. is not okay. I belong to no one and that will not change - you’re not special.
One of the best things about knowing you are the snuffbait is also knowing that if you were ever put into a situation like that, you might really be scared. You might feel that fear so deep within you when he finally finds you… God, how dumb could you be. You were being a tease… It was you who told him that it would feel good to have your intestines ripped out while he fucks his cock into you, your blood spraying and spurting with every thrust. You were the one who said all of those things, you wanted that, didn’t you?
And through all that fear, through your tears and pathetic attempts at mercy, you realize it’s your fault. You wanted allllll of it. And now you can’t handle it? You can’t handle death? Didn’t you want his hands to squeeze tighter and tighter around your neck, crushing your windpipe with such an intense pain that you’re clawing at his wrists, each scratch getting weaker and weaker as the air refuses to enter your lungs?
Stupid little snuffbait you had been. And now you were scared but… knowing you deserved it, knowing that in a way, your fear was punishment for begging to die? Well. Now you’re just snuff material. You’re just a good stab in the stomach away from becoming the dead girl you always dreamed of. And that alone makes your entire cunt ache with need.
Sex tape? No, sorry, sweetheart, I'm making a snuff film of us. You'll look so pretty on film, I promise. Yes, I'll get your best angles, I'll get the gleaming white shine of your skull, and I'll get those pathetic little whiny sounds you're gonna make when you see your insides. Trust me baby, it's better like this. You'll be a star.
Slice me open and watch my eyes widen, then soften and turn glassy. Watch my blood slap against the floor, in tandem with my viscera spilling from the gaping slit. Slip your hands inside. Tell me I am beautiful.
I want to feel your hands moving about, nails scraping gently against the wet softness of my flesh.
Move your mouth over mine to collect the blood it spurts violently. Swallow the death rattle rising in my throat.
