“For those few who actually commented I say thanks. Wulf was kind enough to call me creative, which is now a repeating praise. But why? I do the same like thousands other camwhores all over the Globe; masturbate for the viewers pleasure. Except I do not wait for tips. I wait for kinkiness, your dirty and honest words because you want to hurt me, hurt me bad. I don’t want you to think I’m creative. I want you to think I’m a worthless torture slut, hence my name, who deserves the most horrible fate ever. Still, thanks. Creative. Okay, I guess. Not sexy, slutty, provocative, whorish, crazy, idiotic, nymphomaniac, stupid cunt, but creative. I hope you to be very creative when you kidnapped me and you start to work on my body. That’s the very time when your creativity is needed!”
“Fireboots rejoiced over fiery torments and asked for more. Fire… yes. Fire and heat. Burning, sizzling, roasting, boiling, cooking, charring, scorching, searing, toasting. The most horrible sort of agony. I definitely consider fire themed torments amongst my top! I should definitely dedicate at least one video for it sometimes!”
“Jenna, dear, what ‘wowww’ supposed to mean? You seem to be such an intelligent girl, feel free to elaborate! Migoz, I hope I could really start to anger you a little bit. Anger is a nice element into the cake of hatred I wish from you so much! Yyy 0 two. Put together what? My cunt with my dildo or my collection of torture images? Spunkjunk, believe or not I’m quite clear about how much control I could have after my abduction. None. Of course a real sadist shall be psychopath, too, otherwise how could he enjoy my fatal suffering? Try you? Catch me first!”
“JDR, dear! I love many of your exceptionally sexy artworks! So nice to see you around. I’m so grateful for your efforts and for your lovely fantasies. Fantasies should put into practice. And thank you so much for the link. Another masterpiece of yours. And Arcas’. Mel had an easy death though, but the after image still looks amazingly exciting. I love your brain, darling.” The girl said, her voice was soft yet vibrated with sexual tension.
“Okay, where were we? I’m afraid this video will receive even less attention as this time I jump from visual art to the form what actually requires brain to perceive. I will talk a bit about some of my favourite stories. You know what sort of story. Just the usual. Rape. Torture. Snuff. And everything between. You know, reading stories takes time, you must use your imagination and create the visions yourself. A higher level of entertainment for the smarter audience. And thanks Lucifer, there were and still are plenty of talented writers out there who supplies us with many wicked tales. It would be impossible even to list them, but through a few carefully selected stories I can still give you some idea about what creativity I expect from the killer who will finally take me and torture me. To death, naturally.” She giggled.
The camera switched again showing her as she changed position on the couch. Placed one hand on the mouse, grabbed her cherry red vibrator with other. The toyed got switched on, she placed it against her smooth pussy.
“You have probably heard about the artist Bleumune. An amazing person with crazy imagination and oldie but goodie style. You can find visual art from him too about crazy Indians and naughty Nazis, he’s a lover of history. But he also wrote stories, boosting up old tales, rebooting them in a two-thousand percent better version. Just as he did with this one. Tortured nudes for the devil’s charnel house.
Her screen’s shared version appeared in the video with a massive wall of letters. Her voice could be heard again.
“No worries, I won’t read out entire stories, that would take an eternity. Just some juicy parts. Hahaha. Listen carefully, it’s fun and definitely got some great ideas you should learn from!” She commented the began to read out loud the sentences.
“This is fucking crazy!” the girl’s voice whispered, low humming in the background indicated her vibrator was working. “The real sadist does not just fasten the victim and do his homework! A real sick bastard force her to be part of her own agony! Give her enough space to fight! To be an active participant in the living hell on Earth! This is so wonderfully wicked!” the girl moaned as the next page appeared. Though her voice was slightly trembling but she continued reading.
Show no mercy. I deserve your worst!