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"I should have already put a bullet in your guts."

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shunkstreet

6d ago
@KillingPaula and a kiss back to you and Ale. 😘😘

KillingPaula

11 May 2024
@shunkstreet What more can I say? This is the perfect anatomy of my killer's mind.
I can never thank you enough. And a kiss from Ale too.

shunkstreet

04 May 2024
Twist and shudder. Tremble and grimace. Say hello to the Devil when you see him. THOCK.

shunkstreet

04 May 2024
? Is it the hunk of ice loosening your bowels? Is it the disdainful way I treat you? Whore, I call you. Slut. Which—despite your wealth and affluence—you are. Nothing but a cheap Italian prostitute selling herself to the highest bidder. “No. Kevin. Please. Don’t.” No matter the reason. It’s enough that I could listen to it forever. But…I’ve got a job to do, don’t I? THOCK. THOCK. There. Two in your stomach. THOCK. THOCK. Two in your chest. That’s right, Paola.

shunkstreet

04 May 2024
What is it, Paola? What causes you to fawn and cringe so? Why do you offer everything? “Please. Kevin,” you say. Wait. Don’t do this? Don’t kill me. I’ll do anything. Give anything. Money. Influence. Power. My mouth, pussy and bung hole. All yours. Darling. Sweetheart. Please. Mercy. Have mercy.” Is it anticipation of my slugs shredding your flesh and bone? Is it the prospect of the cliff’s edge you stand at? Is it the heat churning your womanhood?

shunkstreet

04 May 2024
your opera-gloved hands slightly raised as if warding off a blow. The smell of cum rising like a fog around you as you try and control yourself. So refined, so elegant, so sophisticated, so fit. Your face, your makeup, your hair, your dress, your pearls. The best of the best, the crème de la crème, the queen of the social elite ready for a night on the town. And here you are, groveling before me, eyes glued to the silencer aimed at your midsection.

shunkstreet

04 May 2024
The best part is the pleading, Paola. Your appeal to spare your life. I should have already put a bullet in your guts, but I couldn’t get enough of it. The signaling of your submission. The verbalization of your helplessness. The terrified treble in your voice, the hopeless slant in your posture, the helpless alarm transmitted by every fiber of your being. Your eyes wide in thrilled apprehension, your head shaking as if to deny me,