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236 pages, Unknown Binding
First published January 1, 2016







My mouth forms into an O as he assaults me with his talented tongue. My back arches as the unknown sensation creeps up on me. I have nothing else to grab, so my hands tangle in his dark hair as rivulets of water travel between my breasts and on to my stomach before landing on his tongue which laps at my sensitive nub viciously. It’s almost as if time stops as the orgasm sends a wave of fire throughout my body. My thighs squeeze his face as the ripples of ecstasy continue to send me higher as my core tightens more and more. A ragged breath escapes me as I come undone. I try to push him away as the feeling becomes overwhelming, but he won’t stop. “Please,” I breathe out. Finally, he releases me, nearly sending me crumpling to the floor as he stands. He reaches over me and shuts off the water before lifting me. I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me from the bathroom to the bedroom. Once he sets me down, he immediately whips me around and shoves my face into the mattress. He shoves into me with his length, leaving me dizzy as I grasp the soft sheets in my hands. His fingers dig into my hips as he once again sends me higher, this time from the full sensation that he gives me. He’s quick as he finds his release, and I panic when I think he’s going to finish inside of me, but he quickly pulls out – spraying the warmth across my back as he growls.
The girl’s wide gaze stares down at the spinning blade as it inches closer and closer to her cunt. A mixture of sobs and screams escape her as the saw nicks the hood of her clit, and then all I can here is bone-crushing as the saw begins to slice through her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she howls towards the ceiling. She continues to convulse as the blade works its way from her pelvic bone to her midsection. Once it begins slicing through her vital organs, blood trickles over her bottom lip. Eventually, the convulsing becomes an occasional twitch as the blade moves through her chest, to her neck and then to her head. The three of us are sprayed with blood and brain matter as the blade reaches the end of the track.
I remember the days when it was me and the ice. The jarring sounds that my skates would make when they’d slice through my frozen stage.
Remembering my mother’s smiling face as she watched me perform. She was so proud. She was the best.
Then she was taken suddenly. I never even got to say goodbye.
It was her wish that I go to Russia to discover my roots, and I did.
I never, in a million years, would foresee what would happen after that.
In order to survive, sometimes you have to do things that you’re not proud of.
My entire life has been a performance. At first, it was the ice.
And now… it’s behind an 8 millimeter camera

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