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SEVENTEEN

Alderney State Penitentiary,

Dear Amethyst,

You asked, so here it is: the ugly truth. The first person I killed was my birth mother. She got shot while pregnant with me and died during an emergency C-section. At least, that’s the story I heard from her older sister, who took care of me until she was struck down by cancer.

After I turned seven, her condition became terminal. A man I’d never met came to the door, claiming to be my father. He said it was time for me to join his family. I refused because he was a stranger, and I wanted to stay with the woman I considered my mother.

He pulled out a syringe and injected her with a poison that stopped her heart. I had to watch her convulse until she finally ceased moving. Then he held out his hand and ordered me to come with him.

I wasn’t allowed to pack a bag, gather photos, or bring anything from our life. He ripped me from her cooling body, and all I managed to take was her locket. It’s my most treasured possession and the only thing that connects me to my previous life .

How about you? I already know about your first kill. Instead, tell me your most painful memory.

Now that I have answered your question, I want another clip with less teasing.

Xero

P.S. I’m delighted you enjoyed the show and look forward to the day I coat your face in my cum.