Kaitlin's POV

I was being held against a rough scratchy surface filled with blood. I was being forced to like out the insides of this area and swallow it without any complaints. I was being held against a vagina to my death. Smothering in a vagina and chewing up stale blood from the area of another girl was going to be my last move and the last thing I do in my existence.

The slam of the door pulled my face slightly out of it, but not enough. I got a breath of fresh air, only to be held back against the vagina. I had been kidnapped and brought to a dark basement of an old abandoned house. The perfect place, if I do say so myself.

My kidnapper was a younger girl who had recently slayed young, innocent young men and women for pure fun and enjoyment. After slaying them, she stowed them back into her freezing, laughing at the poor families misery. How had she killed them? Some by knives, axes, flames… but she wanted to try something different, she said. Smothering.

She'd heard about my joy of blood, and I was highly fascinated I'll admit when I heard I was going to be smothered in a vagina this late evening. It would be the best yet!

I would had asked her her name, given I wasn't under these circumstances and being smothered in an old, rotten, bloody vagina hole. Otherwise, I'd think we would have gotten along really well.

"RAPE!" she screams, flipping me over onto my stomach. I was slightly shocked and disturbed, but I knew that I mustn't show my feeling of right now or I'd have a knife through my arm in this torture. It was bad enough as it is, truthfully.

I felt her pull out something, and grab my hair harshly, pulling it upwards and slamming it back down. It hurt like fuck, but that's alright, because we all love to fuck from where I'm from. Pensylvannia.

Just then, the door flew open once more, and an older teen walked through the door, stumbling around stupidly. Only one word comes to my mind. Drunk, I thought. Definitely drunk.

My suspicions were correct as he pulled down his pants, revealing a tasty treat. No boxers.

Beautiful…

Apparently, he loved the idea of what was happening down on the ground, so I guess he just flopped down on top of my capturer to join in on the fun he was missing out on.

What an interesting night this is going to turn out like…