WARNING BLAH BLAH BLAH, RAPE STUFF, BLAH BLAH BLAH....
THIS IS GONNA BE MORE TRIGGERING THAN THE OTHER ONE SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
They said I was lucky. They said it was a miracle. God was with me. God was watching over me.
I mean of course they would say that. I was the only survivor of the 199 girls he'd raped and killed. Heck I felt lucky too, I was this close to becoming no. 200.
But I wasn't lucky.
To be honest, it would've been better if I did die.
One thing I can say is he likes-he likes smothering his victims. In his own perverted way he respected me-us.
He never liked it when I cried and would hold me if I did. Something my parents or friends never did.
But of course I'm not here to talk about my childhood, I'm here to talk about the five day ordeal in his house.
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He would leave at nights and come back in the early mornings. I'd be cleaned and arms and legs tied to the bed. He would then do all sorts of things to my body.
At first it wasn't anything serious: Dildos, clamps, vibrators, his hand....himself...
But the after the first day everything turned dark.
He set a video on the tv and set my face on it, his words? "Close your eyes and you're dead"
I thought it was some kind of pornography to get me wet down there but it was a three minute video showing how he killed one of the girls.
She was in the floor, hands cut off and eyes- God- Her eyes had been stabbed and she was still alive. Her hair was soaked in her own blood and he started slicing her throat.
Movies lie. It isn't just one slice and you're dead.
I could hear her gurgling and swallowing the blood and this psycho was getting hard from it. It replayed over and over again and I knew this was what he was gonna do to me.
I couldn't even throw up since his hands clutched my neck hard. The look on his face said it all, he wanted to stangle me, or slit my throat open like her.
He told me she was number 199, the one before me and she'd tried to escape so he punished her, by taking her life.
He got mad the following day and took an empty glass bottle.
If you think he fucked me with it then you're probably right or entirely wrong.
A piece scratched my cheek when he snashed it into shards. And then? Then he took the biggest piece he could find and put it inside me.
And then I felt it cut me. And then I bled. And then he rammed himself inside me with the shard inside me. I heard him wince when it cut through his dick but I was too busy crying from my own pain. Half the sheets were covered in my blood-our blood once he was done.
He liked inflicting pain on others, but he loved inflicting it on himself.
He did the same thing on both holes the next day and he did ejaculate even though the glass made wounds on his member.
The man is not a psycho, he was worse. He's a collection of every dark intrusive thought out there.
I'm not gonna say all the details cause I think this is enough.
They said I was lucky, right? Then ca. they explain why I went through all that?
My sanity, my life, my body, they're all ruined, and they say that God was watching over me. Yeah, maybe He even jerked off to my tears and got even harder when the man stabbed my chest cause I wasn't good at giving head.
I'm even surprised I survived that, thank fuck he didn't push the knife too far.
I hope the police find him before he finds another girl. He doesn't care about age or type, he'll take anyone, even maybe it could even be the one reading this now...
THE END OF PART TWO.
I WARNED YOU, AND YOU READ IT THIS FAR.
IF YOU LIKE THIS CONTENT YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY LISTEN TO [THE TOY BOX KILLER TAPE]OR GET THREAPY CAUSE YOU'RE A PHSYCHO.
IF IT DISTURB YOU, WE SHOULD MOST DEFINITELY BE FRIENDS ;)
