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She caught her big break and was not gong to fuck it up. The rookie cop make her way through the darkness, looking for the killer lair. Stealthily, she crept up the stairs into the attic. She found the door, beyond, she could smell the stench, of what, she did no know.He had kidnapped and murdered several girls over the last few months. Not always whole bodies were found. He ate some of them. Today, she was hoping to save a life along with helping her career. A girl she soughtrecently kidnapped and she hoped--still alive.She was in. This had to be it. There were--things in this room she could not describe--thing she knew were used for bad purposes. There was the smell. Then, before her was the board, a posting of news articles chronicling his sadistic murder spree. She was distracted for a moment.And he struck.Grabbing her gun in a flash, unloading it--rendering it useless, then hitting and pummeling her to the floor. He beat her senseless, ultimately knocking her out.She woke up with her arms tied over her head. She was bleeding from her mouth. He was with her. In his smooth calm voice he tormented and beat her some more. Then the knife came out--shiny, sharp, catching the light as he ran it up and down her clothes.She was a brave little cop at first, but as time went on, she got scared. It was after he ripped off all her clothes that she--while still trying to maintain some composure, was scared out of her head.Then, he let the knife find her belly. He plunged it into her, cutting, slicing into her, opening her up. With the knife out, there was a gaping wound and he did not let it fester long before plunging his hand inside her--squeezing, pulling at her organs.She was in excruciating pain. He pulled his blood soaked hand out and cut her down. She fell to the floor with a spat, her guts oozing out of the wound.Now, he took he clothes off and now he would have her.He fucked her hard as she desperately tried to cling to her intestines He fucked her a while until finally shooting his load all over her bloody belly and guts.Now the fin starts. He tells her she can go--if she can make it to the door--only a few feet away. To make it more of a challenge, he slices into both of her Achilles tendons.He pulls her onto the floor with a spat. He leaves the room and she separately tries to make it. But, just centimeters away and he returns telling her she has failed.He grabs a long sharp pull and shoves it onto her ass. He pushes hard, spiking it through her body and she writhers and flops in agony until it emerges from her agape mouth. She is skewed in an odd position, enforced by the rigid poll.Later, she has been finished--oiled, cooked and now lays on the table ready to feast on. He has a preference for feet, so removes both of hers and sets them on a shiny platter.He carried her feet off to feast on, leaving her glistening body on the prep table, sans feet. ]]> Sun 25 Aug 2024 03:05:27 +0200 https://x-x-x.video/videos/956952/fetish-snuff-aubrey-killers-wrath-pkfstudios-com/ https://x-x-x.video/videos/905868/forced-necrophilia-bondage-snuff-rape-fetish-strangle-porn-jizzabelle-pkfstudios-com/
Crime is nearly unknown in the future. Generations of rigorously enforced laws and draconian punishments have created an subordinated and law-abiding society, but no government is ideal. In a hierarchal society, there will aways be those with more strength than others, and even those in the upper echelons are prey to human nature. To the rich and strong, these laws are highly comfy, to muffle a political enemy, to lube the wheels of biz or, occasionally, just to keep the sheep in line. Because, regardless of the crime, there is only one punishment. The Throttling Apartment. It is nearly a veteran, a myth, because no one that has actually been sent there is ever seen again to converse about it. Which is why Jizzabelle doesn't realize where she actually is. Her mind is still reeling from the unexpected appearance of armed law enforcement officers who barged into the office and told her she was under arrest. Her coworkers were overwhelmed and observed in dismay, as Jizzabelle was cuffed, babbling about how this all had to be a error. Before she knew it, the fellows had ushered her into a van with dark, tinted windows and drove her to a cower, bland-looking house. Once inwards, they had liquidated her handcuffs and pushed her into an empty apartment. It didn't take lengthy for scare to set in. The apartment was downright nude, no signs of plaques on the walls, no notification of where she was, rules to go after or even a tabouret, where someone could question or converse to her. Other than the robust door they had shoved her thru, now locked, there was only a single window. It, too, was locked, but she thought she could hear motility just outside. She plumbed on the glass and called out, desperate to be let go, or even just understand why she was there. Then, a face suddenly emerged in the window. At very first, she sensed a beckon of ease, but that briefly died. The stud gawped cooly back at her, seeing her in a detached, nearly alien, way. She begged with him to help her, but he merely gazed, face inscrutable. Rapidly, he pulled the blinds on his side of the glass and he was gone. Jizzabelle was overwhelmed, dread like ice water washing over her, then the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Rolling around, she eyed that the fellow was in the apartment with her. He commenced to stalk her within the limited space. She retreated, staying out of reach, asking for grace, menacing to struggle him, even eliminating one of her high-heels to brandish as a weapon. Like a cornered brute, she lunged at the dude, but, in her oppressive domination, she flailed frantically, her blows effortlessly batted away. He had been doing this job for a lengthy time and wrestled her with relief. With practiced precision, he looped a string around her neck and grappled her to the ground. Pulling cock-squeezing, he maneuvered into a posture of leverage, Jizzabelle's raging thrashing ineffective, as she was cruelly throttled. Her gullet gaped open, tongue protruding, as she perceived her lungs blubbering out for air. Her eyes bulged, capillaries bursting, as the raunchy rope constricted about her neck. Her execution takes a few painful minutes, as the stud brutally gasps the life from her. Once she is dead, the boy unwraps her bare, diminished to a chunk of meat, sans regard to her dignity. He lifts her corpse off the floor and hauls it into another apartment, which contains a lot of dead bods. They are all nymphs and they are all bare, heaped together, limbs tangled in disarray. Jizzabelle is dumped with the rest of them, never to be seen or heard from again. ]]> Fri 26 Jul 2024 16:39:18 +0200 https://x-x-x.video/videos/905868/forced-necrophilia-bondage-snuff-rape-fetish-strangle-porn-jizzabelle-pkfstudios-com/