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"So this is how it all has to end huh? You standing over me with the axe in your hand? I always thought you liked going out with a bang." I say as i look up at him smirking with my red lipstick slightly smudged down my chin. "Well yeah know a beautiful girl like you shouldnt have her face ruined. That's why im going to chop off your head and keep it so i will always remember you babe."
Maybe i should tell you why im going to be killed before he acutally commits it. My name is Lola. Lola Johanson, or LJ as im know by my friends and close personal business partners. But i am also known as l****a to the men i fuck. But those are a very small few. Nothing over the number of 40 or 50, i mean im only 27 after all. Well off that subject, im nothing special. Maybe 5'5, 5'10 when i wear heels. But the only heels i ever wear are my red or black patent leather stilletos that have gotten me through things a man never could. Long, blood red hair that is natural nothing fake about it except the rhinestone clips i wear every now and then. Nice thin frame, full firm breats that are a size 38C, and a milky white complextion that i have been told reminds people of the pale moonlight.
Well back to the main question everyone is asking, why is this guy trying to kill me. Well you know the saying "If looks could kill?" Well, mine do and you will found out more about that in a moment. But first, to my c***dhood. I grew up in Beverly Hills California. My mother was one of the hottest porn stars alive then, but that all changed when her body got mangled in a horrible accident that ended her career quite suddenly. My father was the son of a bitch type. You know the alcholic beat your wife and c***dren cause you need to feel superior. A real "Mans man." He was the first one that exposed me to the horrible crimes that followed my c***dhood. When i was about 10 i remember the sweet smokey smell of burning wood fill my nostriles as i recall the screams and the burning flesh of my older sister. According to my father, she was a real whore and slept around, but she was the only one that could provide enough money for our family to live on since he had quit his job years before my mother did. I wonder what he would think of me now if he were still alive, god rest his soul as it burns in hell.
But my whole life of crime started when i was about 17, i was never really popular. But i had all the boys wrapped around my little finger. Anything i wanted i got. I wasnt really labled a whore or a slut, but once you got me in bed you couldnt stop me. I thrived off sex and i could last longer then almost every guy in school. Until i met Jason. Jason was the shy quiet kind. I guess that what made me want him more. I would try to be around him as much as possible. it just didnt seem like he wanted me, made me question myself alot. i would wonder what would turn him on, get him rock hard. So i tried everything i could think of from dressing like a total slut, to being the sweet little school girl type. Nothing got this guys dick up. But one lonely night i was walking back from one of my many admierers, i noticed something in the shadows of the alley way. i turned and figured it was either one of the homeless guys or a gang member getting ready to fight. All i could hear were my heels clicking on the ground. Then suddenly infront of me was a dark figure, one i recognized very well, it threw me against the wall as i smile looking up at him seeing his cool dark blue eyes looking down upon me like i was dirt. His left hand grabbing me around my neck tighter and tighter, while his right hand shoved its way up my mini skirt. The only thing i could do was smile and moan softly. My head tilted back as i closed my eyes, loving how he dominated me. I didnt speak, as is i didnt want to ruin the moment of pure...adulturated bliss.
I dont remember much after that. I do remember arriving home and realizing i was bleeding. But i liked that kind of stuff anyways. That night sent things spiraling into the biggest mess i couldnt have even dared to dream up. All i could do was think about Jason. Ohh jason, sexy...sweet...dominate Jason. I slept with him whenever i could. Before school...after school...during school. i never got bored with him, sexually or otherwise. I think that was the first time i had ever been inlove...or as close to it as i had ever gotten, or ever would get. But then something weird happend. Alot of the girls from my Highschool started to disappear for, "Reasons Unknown" Jason said. Then Jason started to act weird also. He was spending alot of time..."away." Physically and emotionally, and it was starting to make me put two and two together.
One day i had gone to Jason's house to pick up some clothes i had left over there from a late night booty call. Before i even opened the door, i could hear terrible, torturing screams coming from the house. I opened the door as the screams got louder. I figured he was with some other girl like he frequently does for money, but as i got closer to his room i started to realize there was more than one person screaming. I stopped outside the door as i heard someone starting to beg for their life. The voice sounded familiar. I cracked open the door as i let the light stream of light flood the hallway. I looked in just enough to see jason standing with a flog in his strong hands and blood thrown all over the room. The voice screamed again as it begged and whined for its life one...last...time. "THWACK!" he struck the side of her face and neck to silence her. the raw skin getting exposed as he swiftly walked over to her, put his hands on either side of her head kissed her forehead then snapped her neck in one quick movement. The other body laid strewn in pieces on the floor, having been hacked at every joint. Freshly sawed through cartilage glistening from blood in the light. i bit my lower lip to keep from laughing. i looked over at him as i smiled some. seeing how he dominated them to death got me turned on in a way i had never been. i quietly turned around and walked back out the front door, acting as if i had just gotten there i rang the doorbell and waited for him. he knew i was no stranger to blood, so he came to the door drenched in it. i smiled as i looked over his shirtless, blood soaked body. he saw my smile as her mirked and grabbed me by my upper arm and pulled me in the house roughly. slamming the door behind me as he drags me back to his room. the white bedroom door that had blocked my view to the horror i had briefly captured, stood wide open. the whole bloody scene laid out infront of my eyes as he pulled me in behind him. "you see all this lola? do you fucking see it?!" he screamed with a wild grin on his face. "yes jason, i see it. but why?" i asked him softly as i looked around watching as to not step on a body part. he suddenly spin me around, with his hands on either side of my head. i looked up into his eyes hoping he wasnt going to snap my neck like her did the other girl's. he just gently brushed his thumb over my cheek, and down over my bottom lip as she smiled, "because LJ...i love you so much. i would kill for you..." he pulled away motioning over the room, "and as you can see...i already did!" that night we made love in the puddles of blood and body parts.
Maybe i should tell you why im going to be killed before he acutally commits it. My name is Lola. Lola Johanson, or LJ as im know by my friends and close personal business partners. But i am also known as l****a to the men i fuck. But those are a very small few. Nothing over the number of 40 or 50, i mean im only 27 after all. Well off that subject, im nothing special. Maybe 5'5, 5'10 when i wear heels. But the only heels i ever wear are my red or black patent leather stilletos that have gotten me through things a man never could. Long, blood red hair that is natural nothing fake about it except the rhinestone clips i wear every now and then. Nice thin frame, full firm breats that are a size 38C, and a milky white complextion that i have been told reminds people of the pale moonlight.
Well back to the main question everyone is asking, why is this guy trying to kill me. Well you know the saying "If looks could kill?" Well, mine do and you will found out more about that in a moment. But first, to my c***dhood. I grew up in Beverly Hills California. My mother was one of the hottest porn stars alive then, but that all changed when her body got mangled in a horrible accident that ended her career quite suddenly. My father was the son of a bitch type. You know the alcholic beat your wife and c***dren cause you need to feel superior. A real "Mans man." He was the first one that exposed me to the horrible crimes that followed my c***dhood. When i was about 10 i remember the sweet smokey smell of burning wood fill my nostriles as i recall the screams and the burning flesh of my older sister. According to my father, she was a real whore and slept around, but she was the only one that could provide enough money for our family to live on since he had quit his job years before my mother did. I wonder what he would think of me now if he were still alive, god rest his soul as it burns in hell.
But my whole life of crime started when i was about 17, i was never really popular. But i had all the boys wrapped around my little finger. Anything i wanted i got. I wasnt really labled a whore or a slut, but once you got me in bed you couldnt stop me. I thrived off sex and i could last longer then almost every guy in school. Until i met Jason. Jason was the shy quiet kind. I guess that what made me want him more. I would try to be around him as much as possible. it just didnt seem like he wanted me, made me question myself alot. i would wonder what would turn him on, get him rock hard. So i tried everything i could think of from dressing like a total slut, to being the sweet little school girl type. Nothing got this guys dick up. But one lonely night i was walking back from one of my many admierers, i noticed something in the shadows of the alley way. i turned and figured it was either one of the homeless guys or a gang member getting ready to fight. All i could hear were my heels clicking on the ground. Then suddenly infront of me was a dark figure, one i recognized very well, it threw me against the wall as i smile looking up at him seeing his cool dark blue eyes looking down upon me like i was dirt. His left hand grabbing me around my neck tighter and tighter, while his right hand shoved its way up my mini skirt. The only thing i could do was smile and moan softly. My head tilted back as i closed my eyes, loving how he dominated me. I didnt speak, as is i didnt want to ruin the moment of pure...adulturated bliss.
I dont remember much after that. I do remember arriving home and realizing i was bleeding. But i liked that kind of stuff anyways. That night sent things spiraling into the biggest mess i couldnt have even dared to dream up. All i could do was think about Jason. Ohh jason, sexy...sweet...dominate Jason. I slept with him whenever i could. Before school...after school...during school. i never got bored with him, sexually or otherwise. I think that was the first time i had ever been inlove...or as close to it as i had ever gotten, or ever would get. But then something weird happend. Alot of the girls from my Highschool started to disappear for, "Reasons Unknown" Jason said. Then Jason started to act weird also. He was spending alot of time..."away." Physically and emotionally, and it was starting to make me put two and two together.
One day i had gone to Jason's house to pick up some clothes i had left over there from a late night booty call. Before i even opened the door, i could hear terrible, torturing screams coming from the house. I opened the door as the screams got louder. I figured he was with some other girl like he frequently does for money, but as i got closer to his room i started to realize there was more than one person screaming. I stopped outside the door as i heard someone starting to beg for their life. The voice sounded familiar. I cracked open the door as i let the light stream of light flood the hallway. I looked in just enough to see jason standing with a flog in his strong hands and blood thrown all over the room. The voice screamed again as it begged and whined for its life one...last...time. "THWACK!" he struck the side of her face and neck to silence her. the raw skin getting exposed as he swiftly walked over to her, put his hands on either side of her head kissed her forehead then snapped her neck in one quick movement. The other body laid strewn in pieces on the floor, having been hacked at every joint. Freshly sawed through cartilage glistening from blood in the light. i bit my lower lip to keep from laughing. i looked over at him as i smiled some. seeing how he dominated them to death got me turned on in a way i had never been. i quietly turned around and walked back out the front door, acting as if i had just gotten there i rang the doorbell and waited for him. he knew i was no stranger to blood, so he came to the door drenched in it. i smiled as i looked over his shirtless, blood soaked body. he saw my smile as her mirked and grabbed me by my upper arm and pulled me in the house roughly. slamming the door behind me as he drags me back to his room. the white bedroom door that had blocked my view to the horror i had briefly captured, stood wide open. the whole bloody scene laid out infront of my eyes as he pulled me in behind him. "you see all this lola? do you fucking see it?!" he screamed with a wild grin on his face. "yes jason, i see it. but why?" i asked him softly as i looked around watching as to not step on a body part. he suddenly spin me around, with his hands on either side of my head. i looked up into his eyes hoping he wasnt going to snap my neck like her did the other girl's. he just gently brushed his thumb over my cheek, and down over my bottom lip as she smiled, "because LJ...i love you so much. i would kill for you..." he pulled away motioning over the room, "and as you can see...i already did!" that night we made love in the puddles of blood and body parts.
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