You have a hot dude tied naked in front of you, and a knife in your hand. You can stab him once, but only once. What do you do?
Tough decision, right? Do you want to kill him outright? Make him suffer? Draw blood? And you have so many possible targets on his body. What to do?
Me, I shove the knife into his gut, halfway between his belly button and cock, give it a little twist, and leave it there. A brew in one hand and my dick in the other, I sit back and observe. How much pain does he feel? How much blood oozes out? What sounds does he make? What movements? What is his expression as he looks down at the knife protruding from his belly, this sharp instrument that is causing him pain and will end his life. He looks at me, his eyes asking “Why, Caleb?” I simply smile. In time, I pull the knife out and his blood flows more freely, over his dick and down his legs, puddling around his bare feet. I stick my finger in the knife slit, curious if it will stem the flow. It won’t.
He suffers slowly, emitting groans and grunts, deep manly sounds. But eventually, he dies and is mine. I was allowed only one stab but now I am free to do as I please with this warm body. And I do. After all, I’m a cannibal and a vampire.
So, brothers, where do you stab?
Tough decision, right? Do you want to kill him outright? Make him suffer? Draw blood? And you have so many possible targets on his body. What to do?
Me, I shove the knife into his gut, halfway between his belly button and cock, give it a little twist, and leave it there. A brew in one hand and my dick in the other, I sit back and observe. How much pain does he feel? How much blood oozes out? What sounds does he make? What movements? What is his expression as he looks down at the knife protruding from his belly, this sharp instrument that is causing him pain and will end his life. He looks at me, his eyes asking “Why, Caleb?” I simply smile. In time, I pull the knife out and his blood flows more freely, over his dick and down his legs, puddling around his bare feet. I stick my finger in the knife slit, curious if it will stem the flow. It won’t.
He suffers slowly, emitting groans and grunts, deep manly sounds. But eventually, he dies and is mine. I was allowed only one stab but now I am free to do as I please with this warm body. And I do. After all, I’m a cannibal and a vampire.
So, brothers, where do you stab?
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