Killed_by_Femme
Kill me, please...
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Man
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It's a secret
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Motherless dungeon
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I am here to explore the deeper parts of my fetishes and to get to know people who share the similarities.
Living a completely normal life irl. Musician and graphical artist.
I love writing stories and role play scenarois revolving around women killing men.
To end existence by the hands of a woman who rightfully believes my life is hers to take, is at the very core of my fantasies.
I AM NOT IN ANY WAY INTERESTED IN MEN KILLING WOMEN.
Men are ment to be killed be female hands.
I imagine myself this scenario some times. It calms my nerves and makes me feel loved:
"The cell is pitch black. Only source of light is a small pale ray making its way through a thin crack in the thick stone ceiling.
How long I've been here I can not tell. My life outside this cell has since long diminished in my mind and by time, completely gone blank.
All I know is Her. Me and Her. And this horror that is my cell, which I have grown to love because it is where she wants me to be.
The door opens and light fill my otherwise dark cell.
She finds me hanging from my wrists i the center of the cell. My arms is twisted up in a freakish way since my shoulder joints let out a long time ago.
The floor beneath me is colored in a brownish red from dried up blood, mostly coming from me knees which is worn down to the bone.
As she walks over to me my heart beats faster. Her slow determined walk and the scent of her hair and skin filles me to the brim and gives me a sense of euphoria.
She walks around me, taking her time to take me in, assess my damages and scars which she paints me with.
At last She sits down in front of me. My eyes want to find hers but avert to the ground before her.
She lays my head on her shoulder, embracing me.
"-Will you die for me?"
"-Yes, please let me." I beg her.
"-..I will.. I promise you I will. But not today." She says, stroking my hair.
"- Please don't leave me! Don't leave me here alone.." I studder in tears.
"-Don't worry my love. I will not leave you.. I will care for your heart. It beats for me after all.."
Living a completely normal life irl. Musician and graphical artist.
I love writing stories and role play scenarois revolving around women killing men.
To end existence by the hands of a woman who rightfully believes my life is hers to take, is at the very core of my fantasies.
I AM NOT IN ANY WAY INTERESTED IN MEN KILLING WOMEN.
Men are ment to be killed be female hands.
I imagine myself this scenario some times. It calms my nerves and makes me feel loved:
"The cell is pitch black. Only source of light is a small pale ray making its way through a thin crack in the thick stone ceiling.
How long I've been here I can not tell. My life outside this cell has since long diminished in my mind and by time, completely gone blank.
All I know is Her. Me and Her. And this horror that is my cell, which I have grown to love because it is where she wants me to be.
The door opens and light fill my otherwise dark cell.
She finds me hanging from my wrists i the center of the cell. My arms is twisted up in a freakish way since my shoulder joints let out a long time ago.
The floor beneath me is colored in a brownish red from dried up blood, mostly coming from me knees which is worn down to the bone.
As she walks over to me my heart beats faster. Her slow determined walk and the scent of her hair and skin filles me to the brim and gives me a sense of euphoria.
She walks around me, taking her time to take me in, assess my damages and scars which she paints me with.
At last She sits down in front of me. My eyes want to find hers but avert to the ground before her.
She lays my head on her shoulder, embracing me.
"-Will you die for me?"
"-Yes, please let me." I beg her.
"-..I will.. I promise you I will. But not today." She says, stroking my hair.
"- Please don't leave me! Don't leave me here alone.." I studder in tears.
"-Don't worry my love. I will not leave you.. I will care for your heart. It beats for me after all.."
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