Here goes kids…a first glimpse at “Snuff.” I’ll be posting a few more snippets up here over the next few weeks until the book’s May 10 release. Let us know what you think.
-Adam
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With the sun now coming in through the picture windows of the living room, Jack squinted his eyes, trying to delay the onset of the day ahead. Another day of waiting. Another bit part and condescending casting directors, but surgical equipment and top shelf liquor weren’t free. Keeping up an image cost money.
There are still a few hours before the grind, still time to take one step closer.
The cries from the other room had died down. “I Don’t Like Mondays” would have to wait. She would be saved, freed from the ingrained images and societal expectations. Saved from her parents’ doting and hopes. In a few more hours, they would never have to worry again.
Jack could hear rumblings from whatever Italian exploitation flick was on loop on the TV as he cracked the door. She was on her side, arms handcuffed behind her back, a sliver of her twat poking out from the side of her panties. He’d had to cut off her designer jeans last night because they were snagged on a shard of steel from the door. It just made it easier today.
She half grunted as he lifted her up, fingering the metal blade and pulling the makeshift blindfold up from her left eye. The razor edge of it was halfway behind her eye before she screamed and the blade hit the optic nerve. One down. By the time her second eye was out, Jack’s hard-on was back.
After removing what remained of her tattered clothes, Jack flipped the TV over to a cable cooking show before tracing the blade down the small of her back – her ID said her name was Samantha, 19 years old. By now she could barely groan, and when the blade cut slowly across her asshole nothing registered. Just to be safe, Jack had crushed her windpipe, making sure the neighbors couldn’t hear. Making sure not one judgmental word would cross her dried, cracking lips.
This one’s not a virgin.
That much was obvious as he forced a finger up her from behind. Too loose, even dry. Using the blood from her face as lubricant, two of Jack’s finger went into Sam’s asshole with some resistance. He wanted to be the first. Finally, a whimper out of the bitch.
As he forced his cock inside her, Jack looked up at the TV. “30 Minute Meals.” It took Rachel Ray 30 minutes. It only took him eight.
With his hands around her throat, Sam gave up without a fight just before he came.
There’s something to be said for a girl dying on your cock. All her muscles clenching up, shit and blood forcing its way out, it gives you a feeling of accomplishment. Identity.
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Keep it Brutal 
Excellent stuff. It read extremely fluidly, giving a grace to the brutality. In other words, I liked it a LOT.
That said, did you have to mention Rachel Ray? I have my limits, you know ; )
Sick! Gross! I LOVE IT! I am so jealous! I can’t wait to see some more!
Thanks guys. Glad you liked it. I’ll be posting a few more in the coming weeks as teasers.
-Adam
Oh, and Natalie, don’t you go talking shit on my future wife!
Yes, yes, marry her! Get her off Tv!
Although, to be fair, she is a tough chick. I read about the time she was mugged and handed the guy’s ass to him.
Well, you’re a pair of sick bastards. No big shocker there then… heheh.
That’s a teaser and a half. I can’t wait to read more.
OMG! It’s the start of my biography! 😉
Beautifully sick, my friends. Gosh, it sure is swell of Jack to take away Sam’s societal pressures and her folk’s worries. Jack’s a-ok in my book. A’yup. ^_^
– Dave