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| want a grateful victim. One that feels blessed they're allowed to die by my hand. One that's so enamored by me they'd consider it sacred to die by my hand.

I'd run my fingertips over the curve of their spine, hold them tightly from behind my breasts pushing up against their back, | could feel their heartbeat whenever i run my hand over their torso.

I'd feel their warmth, and they'd feel mine.

My grip on their body would get tighter as anticipation rises in me, as I keep visualising the next steps of what i'm about to do to them. I'd push the breath out of their lungs far before i'd even start doing anything that "bad".

I'd slowly lean into the nape of their neck and whisper into their ear “Are you excited? Are you scared? You know, every feeling you have is okay with me. You dont need to be ashamed for wanting this. All you need to do is surrender to me, give yourself to me as fully as you can.

I'd wait for them to pour their heart out to me, trembling words laced with arousal. I'd feel them shiver gently in my grip around them.

I'd kiss the nape of their neck, graze their skin so gently with my teeth.

“You're mine. And thats all that matters.”

Slowly my hands would crawl around their neck, pulling them back a little from behind, cutting of their airway feeling their body pulse in arousal, I could practically feel them get dizzy in my arms unable to keep their bodyweight up after just about three minutes of being choked non stop, they wouldnt fight back. They would sound both scared, honoured and aroused in their little breaths and noises. The way theyd hold their body even before fading out.

I'd hurry up due to my own arousal and drag their body to the bed close to us, i'd place them onit pull their legs up after putting their upper body on it... then watch them passed out, knowing they'll be coming to it again in about 20 30 seconds, these types of being passed out never last long.

I'd know they'd feel dizzy, disoriented, but also comfortably numbed by their own lack of concious

Knife in hand now i'd wait for them to come to it again, sitting on top of them, our legs brushing against one another.

Holding the knife right to their lovely throat, not moving an inch before i'd see their eyes flutter open again and hear their light groaning.

I'd instantly cut a curved line across their throat as deeply and cleanly as possible,

their legs would start trashing instantly whether they'd want to do it or not, their instincts would take over

but to no avail, that cut was deadly and deep. Theyd be bleeding out, or choking on their blood first, who knows.

I'd kiss their bleeding neck, lick the cut | just caused and infiltrate it gently with my tongue getting it inside them as far as I could whilst their body would trash and struggle seemingly aimlessly.

"I love you so much for giving yourself to me this way. I love how helplessly youre fighting this. How incoherently. You look so beautiful to me right now.”

I'd feel their tears on my skin, running down from their cheeks as id keep licking up their blood.

"Yes, youre loved. | love you so, so so much. Dont forget that. You died loved.”

Then i'd move up, kiss up their chin, slowly to their lips and kiss them with my blood smeared face. I'd feel them weakly kiss me back with the last of their strength. Their body would go limp shortly after that, no energy left to expend but somewhat alive still.

"I hope you'll feel just as loved when | give your corpse to my beloved to fuck. He will take care of you in his own unique way, just how I took care of you right until you allowed me to kill you.”

I'd look into their blurry, faded eyes, so full of lingering emotion.

Look all over their body in this self controlled but aroused manner.

Then they'd finally stop breathing, their heart would stop beating and id breathe out.

“Mine.”

#ooooh i've wanted to write something similar to this except from the sub’s perspective #loving and tender snuff is SO good #snuffposting

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