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SNUFF in reality I couldn’t give two fucks.

It’s partly because of what I do in my free time, but the other half of the pull is new.

When I was talking true crime with Amber last night, it was like conversing with the suppressed version of myself—who I was before— the kind of person who never gave into the dark urges that claw at the back of our brains.

I wonder if she’s as fucked up as me. The urge to find out weighs on me, and before I know it… desire is planning my day out for me.

I fire up my computer, opening the surveillance feed, only to see the five of them in their bedrooms getting ready.

Each one of them in a different stage of undress, but I’m immediately pulled to the little square that shows Fallon shimmying some shorts up her thick thighs, and then over her juicy ass.

Focus, Lukas, that’s not what I’m looking for.

I pull up the camera feed for the kitchen, zooming in on the box of donuts. There are two left…we can’t have that. I don’t give gifts very often, and when I do, they shouldn’t be wasted.

I worked very hard on them this morning, making the dough from scratch with my own two hands, then whipping up the filling all by myself.

While waiting for the dough to rise, I started prepping the crème patissière.

It took me far longer than expected to find the specific video I was looking for, but when I did, I was elated.

Watching entranced as the previous renters of my cabin sandwiched me between them, I pulled my fat cock free of my jeans, spit in my palm, and started to stroke up and down my rigid length.

The man plows into me from behind on the screen before me, reawakening the feeling I had in that moment.

Him moving inside me, controlling the way I fucked his wife.

My thumb rubbed over the tip of my leaking dick, sending a shudder through me, just as the woman beneath me shook around my shaft as she came.

The sound of her undoing smothering the sound of me choking the life out of her.

The husband detonated like a rocket deep within me as the echoes of his wife’s orgasm bounced off the walls.

Little did he know he was getting off to the sound of her death.

That depraved knowledge is what set me off then, and it’s what set me off today, shooting my seed into the donut filling quicker than anticipated.

Remember to fold in the ingredients so the mixture stays light and airy.

I have amassed quite a collection of perversion over the years of this little entrepreneurial endeavour. Those girls have no idea what I’ve done in that living room, whose lives I’ve ended within those walls, and what skeletons lay beneath the basement’s dirt floor.

Shutting down my computer, I stretch out my tense muscles, readying myself for the thrills that today will bring.

I stop off at my traps, picking up the things I need to freak out the cabin’s current occupants, then head in the direction of my unsuspecting victims. Parking the truck on an overgrown trail between my house and the cabin, I sneak through the bush, hoping to observe them from the tree line.

One by one they emerge, gathering on the porch, gearing up with backpacks and water bottles.

Hiking must be today's bonding activity.

I move through the foliage, keeping my distance, but ensuring I see each one of them leave the house, and make their way to the trailhead at the back of the property.

A trek through the forest is a risky move today; it’s supposed to rain, and that specific hiking loop takes at least three and a half hours on a good day.

Oh well, not my problem. Maybe they’ll get stuck in the storm, and I can swoop in like a knight in shining armour.

I’ll earn myself a blowjob worthy of a hero from each and every one of them.

Five women treating me like a king…fuck, I could blow my load all over again from just the thought.

Who am I kidding?

I didn’t paint my face, and dress from head to toe in camo to play the hero. I’m the villain, baby.

Heading back to my truck after the group of girls disappear into the trees, I grab my supplies.

Ill intention slithers through me, working its way from my brain to the tip of my cock, which can’t wait to sink into one of those eager beavers.

I saw the way each one of them was eating me up last night, and I know if I show just one of them more attention than the others, they’ll fight over me like starving rodents.

I can’t contain the smile that splits across my face, maniacal and full-faced, pulling my cheeks up tight and cracking the paint smeared across my skin.

With the gruesome surprise swinging in a sack from my clenched fist, I race back to the cabin.

I’m titillated, thrumming with anticipation for what’s to come as I lay out the grisly scene. The girls will unknowingly come upon it when they return, and I legitimately cannot wait.

Finishing the first part of my plan, I step back, taking it in as a whole.

“Well, fuck me…that’s completely horrifying,” I whisper to myself as satisfaction steadily seeps from my pores.

I wonder if they’ll puke from the sight or the smell.

Content with the stage I’ve set, I turn and take off like a bullet towards the hiking trail, needing to catch up to them, quickly and quietly.

Soon their giggles meet my ears, and I slow my pursuit, heading off the trail into the heavy bush for better concealment. As much as I seem to enjoy their company, and Fallon’s mouth, they don’t realize how much their lives hang in the balance of my hands.

“That’s it, I’m fully convinced now. You two are fucking unhinged lunatics,” the irritating one says.

I wonder what they’re talking about as Amber and Summer erupt into a fit of unrestrained laughter that echoes through the forest.

“Awe, come on Bridge…everyone likes pineapple on pizza.” Amber’s right, pineapple on pizza is the best thing since cum filled donuts.

“She’s right,” Summer says. “Sweet, tangy, and salty…all of my favourite things rolled into one.” I like her too, I wonder if she’d enjoy the way I taste.

“Y’all are fucked in the head,” the one with tiny tits snips. Her practically shoving them in my face this morning did nothing but annoy me. Maybe I’ll cut them off, and use them to blind fold her…I’m sure they’re big enough to cover her eyes.

Fallon’s been silent the whole time, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. Is she silently observing? Trying to figure out where she fits in this clucking group of hens? Is she the outcast?

The smell of reefer cuts through the air, and my gaze snaps to the joint between my killer-in-the-making’s lips.

I watch her suck it in, ember lighting up, and burning down the paper.

I’m fucking hypnotized, jealous that it’s in her mouth, and I’m not.

She passes it to Bridget, then I watch completely entranced as Amber strides up to Fallon, pushing her up against a tree, and snaking her fingers around Fallon’s slender throat.

She gasps, and Amber seizes the opportunity to slowly blow the smoke into her mouth.

They are so close, only a few more millimetres and the girl-on-girl action will commence.

I’m at full chub, and need release. Now.

Fallon’s breath catches in her throat, and she starts hacking. Amber smirks, abandoning Fallon to her coughing fit, turning back to the joint held between Bridget’s outstretched fingers. Hopefully the weed mellows her out, and she becomes significantly less annoying.

“What the fuck, Amber!” Fallon wheezes while twisting the top off her water bottle.

“Were you hoping something more would happen? Sorry, I’m not into virgins.

” Ah, so that must be why I’ve got a thing for Fallon.

I love slamming into a virgin, owning a piece of them no one else ever will.

A devilish smile plays on Amber’s sinful mouth as her eyes lock with mine through the bushes.

Fuck, she can’t see me, can she? Sense me? It’s impossible.

She turns back around. “Here Savannah, you can have the rest.” Amber flicks the doobie through the air at the shrieking girl. She’s terrified she’s going to get burned, and there’s nothing I want more in this moment than for that demoness to hurt me.

I pick up a large rock, chucking it through the trees behind me.

It collides with another boulder, the cracking sound ringing out through the woods.

Every girl startles, jumping slightly, and grabbing onto the arm of a friend.

Except Amber. Her eyes light up at the possibility of imminent danger, and I watch her fingers trace an object in her pants pocket.

What’re you packin’, you wicked little thing?

Fuck, I need to know. I grab a stick, cracking it in half over my knee.

The sharp sound scares the group of wimps again, but Amber doesn’t even flinch.

Dropping to the ground before I’m seen by any of them, I watch through the foliage.

Fallon and the other two have closed in on each other, huddling together out of fear.

If I was hunting, they’d be so easy to pick off one by one, standing all together like that.

Summer comes up behind Amber and asks, “What do you think that was?”

“It could literally be anything, we’re in the mountains. But if y’all don’t want to be ass raped by Smokey The Bear, I suggest we get a move on.”

“Did you pack bear spray?” Summer asks, and Amber shakes her head. She removes her backpack, dropping it to the ground at her feet. Bending at the waist, she unzips it, rooting around slowly within it.

“Fuck,” Summer whispers. I can read her plump lips from here. She’s worried for the first time since I’ve met her, and it shoots a thrill through me.

My cock turns to stone as I watch Amber pull a gun from her rucksack. She tucks the glock under her shirt, returning to a standing position. Summer’s mouth hangs open, clearly shocked by what she’s just witnessed. Amber shrugs, “Would you rather be out here unarmed?”

Summer, still stunned as fuck, just shakes her head back and forth.

“Good,” Amber says, turning her body away from the other girls, and placing the gun in Summer’s hands.

“Now do me a favour…” Summer raises her eyes from the gun in her hands to Amber’s face, “Don’t stick it up your twat. Be right back, I have to pee.”

Giving her head a shake, realizing what her best friend just said, Summer yells, “What the fuck?” But Amber is already making her way into the trees.

“I know what your favourite book is, dumbass,” Amber’s chastising voice rings out from the direction she disappeared.

Summer laughs to herself, wholly freaking the fuck out at the gun in her hand.

It’s adorable and hilarious. She shoves it into the pocket of her hoodie, turning back to the other three girls, and adding herself to their little huddle.

I rise from the moist earth, silently taking off in the same direction as Amber.