You scream...

From Create Your Own Story

It goes on like this for what feels like hours, raping your throat and tasing you whenever you start to pass out. You've long since lost the ability to scream, your throat has swollen from the constant abuse, raw and calloused. You feel a sense of relief when you hear her start to remove the buckles on the strap-on, but the horror has only just begun.

She starts with her knives, a collection everyone in the Order knows about. She keeps entire walls of them in her room; foolish new members think she just collects them to intimidate people, but everyone else knows the truth.

She makes all kinds of cuts on your body, razor thin ones on your face, fat messy ones on your legs and arms, ever so careful not to sever an artery too quickly. Even if you can't scream and every muscle in your body feels as weak as a noodle you never stop thrashing. She knows too well where to cut, what to cut off...

Five minutes in she slices off your left nipple...

A week and a half later police find your body rotting behind a dumpster at a gas station two towns away. It takes them another two weeks to finish identifying your body, mutilated beyond recognition. Your mother is informed, and you have a closed casket funeral. They leave out the part about finding a hunting knife sunk up to the hilt in your cunt.

The End

YOU HAVE FAILED YOUR MASTER SATAN! Try Again? The Devils Daughter