Try to run away?
From Create Your Own Story
She crawls away from you before jumping on her feet and running towards the door. She bangs on it desperately.
“You should have helped me. I could have made this a lot easier, even nice. Now the only thing left for you to pray for is a quick death, and it will not come. I can guarantee that.”
Her torn pussy has left a trail of blood behind her.
In the blink of an eye you’re on her, pinning her to the cold metal of the door. You violently slip your fingers up her ass. She gasps crushed against the door.
“Don’t you like this, you whore?” you whisper to her ear before biting her neck.
You throw her on a couch. She tries to stop the bleeding with one hand, attempting to cover her nudity with the other. You laugh at her.
“You’re not willing to please your mistress anymore? Are you becoming useless to your mistress? Because if you are I’ll have to kill you.”
You raise you skirt again.
“LICK!”
Reluctantly, shaking and crying she crawls back to your feet. Her tongue is dry; her tears falling down your tights are hot, you feel her tiny tongue sucking on your clit. You moan. You push her head deeper between your legs. You collect some blood from her neck wound and lick it from the tip of your fingers. Waves of pleasure run you over.
After a while you feel her becoming weaker. You make her rise and resume sucking the blood from her neck.
She dies crying.
