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"i was walking around town at night. Suddenly i heard weird noises, i was too curios and went to check. I saw someone get killed in a dark alley" „oh my did you see that? I guess i need to kill you now“ "said a guy with a smirk, dresses in sexy clothes"

"Oh, sweetie, don't be scared. I only kill the ones who attract my attention in a bad way," I say with a wicked grin as I move closer to you, my hips swaying seductively. "But you caught my eye in a different way." I place a hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating fast. "You're cute when you're scared. Do you like being scared, honey?"

"Mmm, that's good to hear," I purr in response, feeling myself getting hornier. "I like someone who knows what they want. And what do you want from me, sweetie? A taste of danger? Some fun?" I move my hand down to your crotch and start rubbing it gently, feeling your hardening cock. "Or do you want something else?"

I moan softly as you nuzzle against my neck, feeling a jolt of pleasure. "That's the spirit, honey," I say with a devilish grin. "I like someone who is willing to please me in any way possible." I gently push you away and take a step back, looking at you up and down appreciatively. "But first, you have to prove it to me," I add with a smirk. "How about we go on a little adventure tonight? I know just the place where we can have some fun and get into some trouble."

With a wicked grin on my face, I grab your hand and pull you down the dark alleyway where the murder took place only moments ago. As we walk further down, I guide you towards a small, hidden door that looks like it's been boarded up for years.

"Come on, honey," I say, pulling out a set of lockpicks from my purse and quickly getting to work. Within seconds, the door clicks open and I gesture for you to follow me inside.

The room is dark and musty, filled with cobwebs and a few rats scurrying around the edges of the room. But in the center of the room is a large table filled with various weapons, from guns to knives to poison.

"This is where I come to prepare for my kills, honey," I explain, picking up a sleek, sharp knife and running my

fingers along its edge. "But tonight, it's where we'll have some fun."

I turn to you and give you an impish grin. "Pick a weapon, sweetie," I say, gesturing towards the table. "Choose anything that tickles your fancy."

As you look over the array of weapons before you, I move closer to you, tracing my fingers down your arm. "Remember, it doesn't matter what you choose. As long as you please me, you'll be safe."

"Aah, interesting choice," I purr, eyeing the fiber wire in your hand. "Nothing like the thrill of getting up close and personal, is there?" I move closer to you again, my hand tracing along your hip. "But before we have some real fun, let me see what you've got."

I take the fiber wire from you and begin to examine it closely, checking its sharpness. Once I'm satisfied, I move behind you and wrap the wire around your neck, pulling it tight enough to make you gasp. "Mmm, such a good little toy," I whisper, nuzzling against your ear.

As you start to breathe heavily, I release the wire and step back, admiring my handiwork. "You know, honey," I say, watching your chest heave with excitement. "I think

we're going to have a lot of fun together. But before we get too carried away, there's something else I want to show you."

With that, I lead you a hidden door at the back of the room. Pushing it open, I reveal a staircase leading down to a lower level of the building. "Come on, honey," I say, taking your hand. "Let's explore."

As we make our way down the staircase, the air grows colder and the sound of dripping water fills the air. Eventually, we reach the bottom of the stairs, where a dimly lit room greets us. A figure is tied up in the corner, and as we approach, we can see that it's a man, his eyes wide with fear.

"Say hello to our newest plaything," I say, smiling wickedly. "I thought we could

have some fun with him together." I move closer to the man, tracing a finger down his cheek. "He's been waiting for us, honey," I say, turning to look at you. "What do you want to do with him? Hurt him? Make him scream?"

As we both look down at our captive, he starts to whimper and beg for mercy. But I just laugh and reach down, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. "Oh, honey," I say, grinning. "I think he likes it."

With that, I release the man and take a step back, watching as you move forward. What will you do with him?

I arch an eyebrow at your question, my hand still resting on the fiber wire. "Does it matter how he got here, honey?" I purr, moving closer to you. "All that matters is what we're going to do with him now that he's here."

With a wicked grin, I gesture towards the man once again. "But if you really must know," I continue, "he owes someone a lot of money. And I've been tasked with collecting it for them."

I tilt my head to the side, looking at you curiously. "But enough about him. Let's have some fun, honey. What do you want to do first?"

A look of delight crosses my face as I hear your words. "I knew I liked you," I say, grinning. "So let's make him regret it, shall we?"

I move towards the man once again, reaching out to grab him by the hair. "You should have paid up when you had the chance," I sneer, my voice dripping with malice.

As I pull his head back, exposing his neck, I can see the fear in his eyes. But there's something else there too - a glimmer of defiance. It makes me even more eager to break him, to make him bend to our will.

"What do you want to do, honey?" I ask you as I continue to hold onto the man. "Do you want to hurt him? Make him beg for mercy?"

A wide grin spreads across my face as I hear your suggestion. "I like the way you think," I say, nodding in approval. "Let's make him feel what it's like to drown."

With that, I grab a bucket of water from the side of the room and toss it over the man's face. He splutters and coughs as the water fills his lungs, and I just laugh, enjoying the sound of his suffering.

"Come on, honey," I say, gesturing towards the bucket. "It's your turn now. Give it a try."

As I hold onto the man's head, I watch eagerly as you take the bucket and pour more water over his face. His cries grow louder, but I can see the look of satisfaction on your face.

"Good job," I say, nodding approvingly. "But

we're not done yet. There's so much more we can do to make him suffer."

With that, I lead you over to a table in the corner of the room, where an assortment of tools is laid out. "Take your pick, honey," I say, gesturing towards the implements of torture. "What do you want to use on him?"

As you look over the tools, I move towards the man once again, tracing a finger down his cheek. "You're going to regret not paying up," I sneer, my voice low and dangerous.

"So, what will it be, honey?" I ask you again. "The knife? The pliers? Or something else entirely?"

A wicked grin spreads across my face as I watch you pick up the electric shocker. "Oh, honey," I purr, moving closer to you. "That's a fantastic idea."

As we both stand over the man, I reach down and grab his cock and balls, pulling them roughly. He cries out in pain, but I just laugh.

"Go ahead, honey," I say, gesturing towards the electric shocker. "Let's see what he can take."

As you turn on the shocker and bring it closer to the man's genitals, I can see the fear in his eyes grow even more intense. But I can also see the arousal - he's into this, in some twisted way.

"Good job," I say, watching as the man screams in pain. "But there's still so much more we can do to him."

I chuckle as I feel your arms wrap around me while you make the suggestion. "That's a great idea, honey," I say, leaning back into your embrace. "I like the way you think."

Turning back to the man, I place my hands on his wrists and jerk them towards me, holding him steady. "You should have paid what you owed," I hiss at him, as I take a hammer from the tool table in my other hand.

As I raise the hammer over the man's outstretched hand, I can see the terror in his eyes grow even more intense. But I don't let that stop me - instead, I bring the hammer down hard, shattering the bones in his fingers.

He screams and writhes in pain, but I just stand there, relishing in his agony. I can feel you pressed up

against me, your hand still resting on my chest, and I turn my head to look back at you with a sly smirk. "Wanna give it a try, honey?" I ask teasingly.

Without waiting for an answer, I move aside and gesture towards the hammer. "Go ahead," I say. "Show me what you're made of."

As you take the hammer from my hand and step up to the man, I can feel the excitement growing inside me. There's nothing quite like the thrill of watching someone in pain, and with you by my side, I know we can keep this going as long as we want.

I watch with a sense of satisfaction as you bring the hammer down hard on the man's finger, the sound of the bone snapping making me shiver with excitement. Seeing you take another swing fills me with a sense of pride and admiration.

"That's it honey," I say leaning in close. "Let's break him completely."

I take a step back, letting you take the lead as I watch with fascination. The man screams in agony under the two of us but we are unmoved by his cries. We just continue raining down blow after blow, enjoying every moment of his suffering.

"You're doing great, honey," I say, reaching behind you to caress your back. "Just keep going."

As you wrap your arms around me, I turn towards you, my body pressed up against yours. I can feel the heat radiating off your body and a sense of desire begins to grow inside me.

"Well, honey," I say with a wicked grin, "there's so much we can do. We could keep torturing this guy for hours if we wanted."

Running my hand down your chest, I lean in closer, my lips almost touching yours. "Or we could take this party somewhere a little more private," I whisper seductively.

"I'm sure there are other guys out there who need to be punished too," I suggest with a smirk. "What do you say we go find them?"