1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 15


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Death, Extreme, Fisting, Horror, Male Domination, Slavery, Snuff, Stockholm Syndrome, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    had started him on this path, and he knew that it was time for the bitch to die. Very slowly and extremely painfully. The voice stopped, and he got to his feet. The two bitches hadn't even noticed that he was in the room, but that would change immediately. He crossed the room and studied the bitch on the floor. He was looking for some sign of what might have broken the day before, but he saw nothing obvious. He would find it, though, and the bitch would pay for hurting him. He would bleed her slowly as he hurt her in ways she never thought possible. Grabbing her by the hair, he hauled her to her feet, and, as she screamed herself awake, he dragged her to the chain by the sink. When he tied her wrists together, he knew that she had at least sprained her wrist. He suspected it was broken, though, or perhaps fractured. Her screams continued as he secured her in the same position she had been in the day before with an added waist chain to prevent her from twisting her body away from him. Giolla had woken up, and upon seeing him, she instantly slid off her cot and knelt on the floor, her hands behind her, head down, and eyes on the floor. He barely noticed her, although he fully intended on using her body for his own pleasures later. Instead, he glared at the bitch, and she closed her eyes against the fury on his face. He was having none of that, however, and he slapped her across the face hard enough to leave an imprint of his palm on her cheek. "Open your fucking eyes, bitch! ...
    If you shut them again, I'll cut your eyelids off!" Her eyes snapped open, and he almost groaned at the fear blazing out of them. "Chernobog has spoken," he said in a voice as cold and deadly as one might expect to hear from hell's denizens themselves. A whimper came from the direction of Giolla, but he ignored her. "You are to be sacrificed to him." He held up his left hand and showed the bitch his red, swollen fingers. He slowly rotated them as he stared into her eyes. "He told me to make you hurt first, though, and it will be a very, very long time before you die to live again in his glory." "You're insane," she whispered brokenly and started crying. "She speaks without permission," he growled, but then he grinned cruelly, and he saw her eyelids twitch as she forced them to stay open. "You may be right," he conceded, "but it doesn't matter. When Chernobog demands a soul, he gets one, and he told me he wants yours. But first he wants your blood and your pain. Since you are not a whore with a black soul, you will not receive the same consideration at the end that they did." She groaned and closed her eyes, and he grinned. He walked around her and looked over at the cot. Giolla was no longer kneeling; she was crumpled onto the floor, arms wrapped around her knees and shaking almost as if she was having a seizure. "Giolla!" Her head snapped up, and she scrambled up to her knees, but the shaking continued. "Get your ass over here!" She jumped to her feet and ran to him, dropping ...
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