I wake up. It 's dark in my room. I want to get up to turn on the light, but shit I cann't. She did it again, I am tied up to my bed, cann't move.
She enters the room, places herself on my tied legs. She starts playing with my dick, I 'm getting hard. "I want you to come" she says, "It 's your last time, I 'm going to take it today"
She scares me of, and while she keeps wanking me, she shows me a knife.
It looks like silver in the moonlight, which is the only light at my bedroom.
My god, I 'm scared, is she really going to do it this time ?
It feels like if my fair is working on my parts, I can feel an orgasm building up like a volcanic eruption.
She notices this. She pulls down my balls, stretching my scrotum and places the knife on it. " I 've warned you" With one firm stroke she uses the knife
She tricked my out again, she used the backside of the knife. My heart is beating in my throat. I 'm shoothing my load. She places the knife at the base of my dick. As she makes a little move, I feel a sharp pain. I can feel some blood dripping down my scrotum. With the pain, my fair has gone.Do it, please take it, I want you to, it's yours make the cut please
This is what I got, after I shut down my own programm and loaded what I think there is to understand about the mistress of the hunt. I restarted my computer, running this as a programm. I hope I did well. I am most certainly willing to respect every one who knows her. Those feelings were real and very strong.
Lucky, I have a secret place to keep my secrets. A ghost saved me, as I had to delete my own files to run that programm this way.
But, YES, I think, if she turns up in my own life, I am going to identify her for you. You will see something frightening blinking in my eyes, and she will be the lady who is burning in flames.....
There is another lady in the game. Lucky for you if you don't know her. She isn't wearing a knife. She has a sword, in the other hand she holds a balance, and she is blindfolded. In my dreams, I am always running myself into that sword, and with my last movements, I beat the balance from her hand, grab the blindfold from her eyes..... Maybe, with her eyes open for one time, seeing me dying at her feet, she might understand what she is doing to real love
Mea Culpa
23 years ago, in my country the Netherlands, something happened to me.
After three months of horror I was left with only one big desire.
I wanted to find a way to die, so terrifying, people should faint and vomit if they had to look. (Loverboy showed us a nice and peaceful death at part 8 of : for the love of Jason, I told him, I would sign in to be one of those three slaves). I needed them to look, all 15 million of them. I wanted to show them that my hate for them was bigger and stronger then any fair of death could ever be.
The hate has gone, it turned over into a wish to show them my disrespect.
And now, I don't now it anymore for sure, I am changing...Like I say, I just don't know it anymore.
But one thing is for sure, I can never live inside, allowing them to talk their dirty bullshit again behind my back. If they want me to go to hell, I need to see them in the eyes.
Moi, this sentence was really about me. No intentions to hurt you or any-one else
loveUall
Jean