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Burn it all down. The nightmare ( dream, fantasy) refused to fade. Why. .. ?
Because I am actually here this time. Hung on a nightmare tree, surrounded by death traps, waiting to be burnt alive. Slathered in butter and hog tied for roasting.
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Walking out of the subway, I had never got back to my flat. I was just past the parade of shops and ducking under the
{ New Build Estate coming! }
hoarding advertising board.
It was partially blocking the pavement, making a terrific racket as it banged against the metal railings shaking and juddering in the wind. There I was jumped, out of sight from any passers by and obscured from the CCTV. The noise of my cry had been expunged, along with my last conscious thoughts.
I framed myself it seemed, making it look like I had tripped and fallen in the dark, got up cursing, clutching a rag covered in grease to 'my' face where I had cut myself. Yes, well. Not me that walked on, burnt butter makes excellent fake blood apparently and messes up cctv.
Perfectly executed. I was sickeningly impressed! Yes, the last I could remember was someone hitting me over the head now all was dark and I could hear a dripping noise echoing round. Estate replaced with badly lit cavern. Rock and water was a brilliant radio suppressant. My screams wont be heedeed down here.
Fear was flooding my body with useless hormones designed to overcome weakness. My hissing earwig.
" [ call me Bond, yes yes i forgive you, just answer me back 007 ".]
Fuck no answer. . Just what and where are you now annoying double agents ? And who has sold me out, handed my schedule informed someone exactly how I was getting to and from my flat?
I randomise it. My jumpers walk on someone else's body after I left but still they picked me! Me, not my doppelganger.
such a delight. It seems melted butter is their go-to option. I can feel myself being prepared for their treat.
And then I was hung like the proverbial Christmas tree decoration.
i it seems I was The Star Act at the top.
a f****** male cherub holding me tightly round the waist , performing an act that's unbearably intense. Something straight out of my darkest fantasies. The tie, I need to hold myself against him, or I gradually strangle, the oxygen deprivation in itself a weirdly pleasurable feeling The.mm slippery butter melting and opening .v
♡♡♡♡{{{{ vvv..
please oh God oh God vvvvv making me hard making rippppp me squirm making me nooo no NO yes a such a delight .
}}}}}♡♡♡♡♡Please....
intimate piercing me through holes existing for purposes not designed and making new ones. For sure, that's no angelic Christmas tree decoration. Oooh it bloody hurt I could feel him pissing on me rubbing into me.
holding me and placing me me holding me and placing me down down down into a spiral of bodily reaction that is shameful arousing pleasure feelings.
" Bond Bond where are you ?!"
untrammeled shining stars burned to a cinder combusting with hot shameful eruptions.
"take me out of here please someone. "
I moaned desperately. "Oh God". Covered in (was it) blood? I had wet myself, and "oh God" come harder than I could have ever imagined . Yes, a sick fantasy detailed from too many missions played in my mind turned into excruciating agony, and I had still responded. I really was a perverted slut.
The pain was getting worse. Much worse I could feel the damage as my strength faded.
various plugs broken and impaling my body.
Hands broken. Electrical cables wound round my neck and wrapped between my teeth effectively gagging me. Cold metal detailing a mess of maybe copper wires stringing me out.
13pin plug holding me . Little incendiary devices, screwed to every part of the tree turning him into a living God of fire. Bondbot or ewe which wishbone was he? as it blew the place down. That one was a broken piece of christmas tree light, gradually shorting out, smouldering and setting fire
That wae a piece of circuit board set into the wall to make up five sockets likewise shorting and sparking setting the Holly alight. That was a piece of masking tape stuck across an extension lead, holding it together just long enough.
That a gas fire, leaking gas lit by the sparks. Now flaming out of control. Added carbon monoxide poisoning to the fatal mix.
Down the roads that the trees flaming in the back garden. Collapsing roaring into the house. Enough distraction for the fire brigade.