The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost real. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening reveals everything for a brief moment. And then all is dark again.
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She’s nervous, sitting on a couch. She leafs through a magazine, looks around, fusses with her hair. In a moment of anxiety, she picks up the phone and dials a number. Her friend Donna answers the phone.
I think I’m in over my head, she says.
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He broke all of his promises, those to himself, and to her. But what are words? Vacant, thin as paper, a succession of small wounds. “You’ll be a star,” he told her. “A super model.” The photo shoot began like all the others, tedious in its own way. Silken lingerie, corsets pressing the breasts up and mounded. Dreamy skin of a young girl.
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Angelica is a winter wonder in these steamy snow scenes. Cuffed into a metal chair, she is a classy victim, professionally attired. Tightening a steel collar around her neck, PD restricts her breathing. He fondles her tits and pussy, then moves on to her face, lifting the nostrils with hooks and prying the mouth open with a dental gag.
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He thinks of them as turkeys.To him these girls are nothing more than meat. He sees himself as a hunter, a man who loves fresh meat. And so it begins. They are naked, his girls. There are three of them. He has them in his hunting cabin. Their arms are bound behind their backs, their hands taped. They are gagged with tubing held in place with cable ties. A few feet of chain run from neck to neck, so that they are tethered to one another.
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Bondage is a sexual desire to see naked women suffer as they are tied up in unusual positions. To be beaten, whipped, caned, waxed, tied up, strapped down, and lifted into mid-air is not as easy as it looks. This process is extremely painful. The people of today enjoy looking at and being entertained with this sexual desire.
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Her nose itched. Her hair, tangled and matted from how she fought so hard, had fallen across her face. The shackles, heavy and small for her wrists, bruised and pinched her skin each time the lorry hit another pothole. On purpose, she thought. The goddamn driver was getting off listening to them all, some crying, others senseless. Just screaming.
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A tractor unloads a sarcophagus from a van. Through a slit, we see a pair of eyes looking out of the sarcophagus. We hear moans. The tractor slides its cargo into an opening in a rock wall, as though entombing the Dead. The metal doors clang shut. kassy has arrived.
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