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ussia’s worst prisons. Fresh blood slowly dripped into more dried blood that would take weeks to scrub off. The air was clogged with the smell of urine, blood, and stool but I did not

ee hours since we'd begun. I never rushed i

bit by bit. I adored my little beasts. They looked harmless when bottled but as soon as I

then close the small chamber right after. The darkness added to the fear of my victims before the real torture begun as the bloodthir

unning through his fragile frame yet he was too tired to even whimper anymore. His head hung heavy, his voice having abandoned him. My dick twitched, and I rolled my shoulders to ease the fatigue that was starting to set on the

eavy from all the congealed blood that dried over the hours. There was nothing to play with anymore, the grim reaper having grabbed Victor by the balls. His body tittered on the edge of oblivion. I slowly trudged

I turned to my workstation, slowly clearing my tools to the sinks where I began washing them with much care. Each one was sterilized and cleaned thoroughly before hanging them in their stations. The tables and walls were next b

. I enjoyed the ritual of getting my playroom clean after I'd had my fun. I moved

of boxers after I'd generously moisturized my skin. I slipped into a pair of suit pants, followed by a crisp white shirt. A pair of cufflinks were next with socks and

ss and doing their work. My personal guard slipped from the corner wherever he had been hiding and made his way behind me. I did not need him. I hated him with every cell in my being but h

t into the darkness of early dawn. Even with it, m

h and I hated it. I wanted my air h

He knew better than to talk to me as I passed him and slipped into the

w the diseases people carry with them. I for one liked being cautious as I bathed in their blood. I took it in hand, sticking the pointy end of the syringe into the bottle to draw the li

turb me when I was at work. The only thing that stared back at me was my daily reports. My body warmed up, not helping the restart of my heart which could only be

d up live footage of her then just sat back to watch. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. I grew

er knew me too well, hitting all the red lights and pressing the accelerator with much urgency until he pulled up to the quiet neighborhood. W

did not like the security system in the house but it would do. Besides that, my men were not far, they were always making sure nothing happened to her. I closed the door after, slipping my key back in my pock

this day get? She was all I needed after all the work I had done. She made everything insignif

le angel covered herself with a thick blanket, clutching her large stuffed bear f

y shirt was tucked out, unbuttoning it to drape it over the armchair by the bed before I t

, nearly heaving. I slowly pulled the stuffed bear from her arms. It was work at first but after a few tugs, she loosened. Mr. Bubbles was lowered to the floor before I lowered to the bed, shifting through her

e insane, my demo

tely zero. I made my way into her room in a space of a month, watching her curled up in bed and wondering if one day I would be all she dreamt of. Just watching could drive any man insane, inching closer every day until I slipped right under the same sheets that caressed her skin. Nothing felt like it, nothing wo

. Her arms hugged me as hard as she had been hugging Mr. Bubbles. Closer she shifted until she was comfortable, right where she belonged, home. I

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