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Incest - "Craving Kin: A Sultry Family Affair"
" CRAVING KIN: A SULTRY FAMILY AFFAIRS In the heart of Chennai, nestled among whispering coconut groves and kissed by the salty breeze of the Bay of Bengal, stood the Rajagopal Mansion—a majestic, century-old bungalow draped in history and mystery. Its teakwood pillars, intricately carved with...
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PART NO: 02
AARAVALLI ISLAND POLICE STATION:
Renu Madhavi meticulously analyzed every detail of the crime scene, but it was clear that the murder had been carefully planned and executed elsewhere. The lack of evidence pointed to a calculated effort to hide the true location of the crime. As she examined the victim, Renu Madhavi realized that the perpetrator must have had a personal connection to the victim, as the level of violence and brutality suggested a deep-seated rage or vendetta.
The similarities to a previous case from six years ago raised red flags in Renu Madhavi's mind, leading her to suspect a possible connection between the two crimes. The victim's injuries were extensive and gruesome, indicating a prolonged and sadistic attack. The presence of sexual abuse further pointed to the disturbing nature of the crime.
As Renu Madhavi pieced together the evidence, she knew that she was dealing with a dangerous and disturbed individual. With determination and skill, she vowed to bring justice to the victim and apprehend the perpetrator before they could strike again.
Kabir looked at Renu Madhavi and he understood what's on her mind. He looked into her eyes. Renu Madhavi took a deep breath and she indicated to Kabir to keep his silence for now.
The police were unable to obtain any identifying information about the victim. Renu Madhavi instructed, "Joseph, please ensure the preservation of the crime scene, forward the photographs to Fathima, and make efforts to gather any pertinent evidence."
Renu Madhavi also instructed Joseph to bring her bike to the station, and asked Kabir to drive her back to the station.
While driving the car towards the station, Kabir asked, "Ma'am, do you think this is from our previous criminal?" Renu Madhavi replied, "Kabir, maybe this is a copycat murder, but he is in jail since we put him there."
Kabir then said, "Even today, I am not able to forget the incidents of the last hour." Renu Madhavi responded, "You mean all the things that happened that day. I think your god only sent you to rescue me. That was my first case and a memorable win for us. I think I didn't thank you properly."
Kabir humbly replied, "It's okay, ma'am, I was just doing my duty." Renu Madhavi then added, "If you weren't there for me, he would have succeeded in raping me. You are my savior. Even my husband tells me often that I should give you a good treat for that."
Upon Renu Madhavi's arrival at the station, Fathima utilized facial recognition software to investigate the identity of the victim. Inquiring about any findings, Renu Madhavi asked Fathima for an update.
Fathima promptly responded, She uploaded the visuals on the big screen and said "The victim has been identified as Vasanthi, a 28-year-old married individual employed as a hotel receptionist. She was reported missing following her shift two nights ago."
Subsequently, Renu Madhavi requested Kabir to drive her to the hotel where Vasanthi was employed. Kabir promptly initiated the vehicle, with Renu Madhavi seated in the front passenger seat, reviewing the file meticulously prepared by Fathima on Vasanthi. Upon arrival at the hotel, they were promptly received by the manager. Renu Madhavi inquired, "Was Vasanthi a former employee here?" The manager confirmed, "Yes, she was associated with this establishment for a duration of four years." Renu Madhavi further probed, "How was her performance during her tenure?" The manager commended, "Vasanthi was recognized for her exceptional work ethic and amiable demeanor. She was well-liked by all." Renu Madhavi then questioned, "Did she exhibit any peculiar behavior or encounter any conflicts with colleagues?" The manager assured, "To the best of my knowledge, there were no such incidents reported during her employment here." Renu Madhavi proceeded, "Did she maintain close relationships with anyone at the workplace?" The manager disclosed, "Her confidante, Kamala, the floor manager, is present on the premises. They shared a strong bond. Allow me a moment to arrange a meeting between you two." Following a brief interval, Kamala joined them at the table, visibly distraught. Renu Madhavi extended her sympathies before continuing her inquiries, yet no substantial leads emerged. Meanwhile, Kabir engaged in discussions with other staff members and janitorial personnel, yielding limited relevant information. Concluding her investigation, Renu Madhavi provided her contact details to the manager, urging them to reach out if any pertinent details surfaced. The manager assented and escorted her to the exit.
While en route to the door, Renu Madhavi received a call from Joseph. She answered in a professional manner, saying "Hello, Joseph. What seems to be the issue?" Joseph informed her, "Ma'am, you are required to report to the industrial sector near warehouse 25. A report has been made regarding another body." Renu Madhavi responded promptly, "Understood. I will proceed to the location. Please meet me there as well."
The abandoned Warehouse 25 has been left untouched for a quarter of a century, making it an ideal location for illicit activities to go unnoticed. The dilapidated state of the building deters any reputable individuals from using it, further adding to its appeal for those looking to engage in illegal ventures. The crumbling structure serves as a stark reminder of its forgotten past, now serving as a breeding ground for criminal activities.
Upon Renu Madhavi's arrival at the scene, Joseph had already coordinated with the forensic unit to begin their investigation. The victim, appearing to be in her mid-twenties, had been murdered in a manner similar to the previous victim, Vasanthi, with multiple lacerations on her body and a severe wound to her throat. Inquiring about the victim's identity.
Renu Madhavi asked Joseph, who informed her that the victim's name was Shivangi and that she was employed at a local school, as evidenced by the discovery of her purse.
She couldn't believe the injustice and cruelty that women were subjected to. The sight of women being treated as disposable and insignificant filled her with rage and sadness. Renu Madhavi felt a deep sense of hurt and betrayal at the thought of such senseless violence being inflicted on her fellow women. She vowed to do whatever she could to fight against this injustice and protect the rights and dignity of women everywhere.
Renu Madhavi returned to the station. Fathima had some important leads on Vasanthi's murder. She was given the autopsy report to Renu Madhavi. It indicated the victim was paralysed with drugs. she was raped multiple time rapidly and murdered. The lacerations happened after her death.
Renu Madhavi was engrossed in strategizing the apprehension of the murderer. She inquired, "Fathima, have you discovered any pertinent information from the note left at the crime scene?"
Fathima responded, "Yes, ma'am. The analysis indicated that there were no fingerprints present on the paper. However, it was identified as a specialized handmade paper. Through further investigation, I learned that only three companies in Tamil Nadu produce such paper, with one supplying King's Stationery in our vicinity."
Impressed, Renu Madhavi commended, "Well done, Fathima. Please obtain the contact information of the purchasers from the company." Fathima promptly informed, "I have already requested the details from the company, and they have assured me that the information will be provided by this evening."
ASLAM:
Meanwhile, somewhere in the woods, the light dimly came out from the windows of the house. The trees around the house gave a horror look matching the man who is inside the house. Inside the house, Aslam was sitting in the backside room. The room walls were covered with photos of women. He was sitting on the floor stark naked and holding a photo in his left hand, his right hand was busy on his erected dick.
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He was murmuring towards the photo, "Renu Madhavi, I want to finish the job which Dr. Roshan Shameer is not able to finish. I will show the world how special and superior I am to you and Dr. Roshan Shameer.
I will bring you into my bed and show the world to fear 'Aslam the Great Killer' more than Dr. Roshan Shameer. I will send a message to your police department by handling you in my bed and taking every second of your life." His eyes burned with rage as he plotted his twisted and sinister plans, consumed by a dark and twisted desire for power and control.
ONE YEAR AGO:
One year ago at the central jail, Aslam observed a man exuding authority and respect through fear while sitting near a tree. Intrigued by the man, Aslam sought information from his cell mate who revealed that he was the notorious serial killer Dr. Roshan Shameer. Aslam recalled the murders and how Dr. Roshan Shameer had been apprehended by a female inspector.
Aslam's backstory was rooted in a lifetime of deep-seated trauma and resentment that fueled his obsessive need to prove his superiority. Born into a dysfunctional family in a remote village, Aslam was the youngest of five siblings, constantly overshadowed and belittled by his older brothers who excelled in academics and sports. His father, a strict disciplinarian and failed businessman, frequently compared Aslam unfavorably to others, calling him "weak" and "useless" for his struggles with dyslexia and social awkwardness. This rejection extended to school, where bullies targeted him relentlessly, mocking his stammering speech and isolating him from peers. By his teenage years, Aslam had internalized these humiliations, developing a profound inferiority complex that manifested in violent fantasies as a way to reclaim power.
His early adulthood was marked by failed relationships and dead-end jobs; women he pursued often rejected him, reinforcing his belief that he was inherently unworthy. This spiraled into petty crimes—shoplifting, vandalism—which landed him in prison for the first time on a minor theft charge. Inside the jail, Aslam encountered hardened criminals, but none captivated him like Dr. Roshan Shameer. To Aslam, Shameer represented the ultimate alpha: a brilliant doctor who had outsmarted authorities for years, preying on women with calculated precision and evading capture until betrayed by chance. Shameer's crimes weren't just acts of violence; they were intellectual triumphs, meticulously planned with psychological manipulation and forensic evasion that left the police baffled.
Aslam idolized Shameer but also envied him deeply. While Shameer commanded fear and respect even behind bars—fellow inmates whispered about his exploits with awe—Aslam was dismissed as a nobody, a low-level offender unworthy of notice. This disparity ignited Aslam's burning desire to surpass Shameer: to prove he was smarter, more cunning, and more dominant. He studied Shameer's methods obsessively through smuggled newspaper clippings and inmate gossip, vowing to refine them into something flawless. Shameer's one failure—being caught by Renu Madhavi—became Aslam's obsession. By targeting Renu Madhavi and completing what Shameer couldn't (her ultimate domination and humiliation), Aslam aimed to eclipse his idol, showing the world that he, the overlooked reject, was the true mastermind. This twisted rivalry drove him to mimic Shameer's style but with enhancements: more elaborate staging, symbolic notes, and a personal vendetta that would rewrite history, making Shameer look like an amateur in comparison. Upon his release, Aslam delved into the intricacies of Dr. Roshan Shameer's case, gathering information from a fellow inmate about Shameer's relationship with Renu Madhavi. This knowledge prompted Aslam to begin surveilling Renu Madhavi, meticulously noting her daily activities and capturing images that evoked strong emotions within him.
PRESENT DAY.
Time is half past eleven.
Swathi, working as a nurse, finished her duty and came out of the hospital. She walked to the road and called her home to inform them that she would reach home in an hour. She had to go through the park to find a taxi or auto. As she walked through the thick trees in the park, she heard something behind her and stopped, turning her back. But there was nothing there, so she continued towards the park entrance. Suddenly, she bumped into something and saw a man standing in her way. Before she could react, he moved quickly and pressed a cloth over her face, causing her to pass out.
The man then carried her on his shoulder to where he had parked his car behind a big tree. He placed her inside the trunk and, despite her being unconscious, he tied her legs and hands with a zip tie and gagged her with a cloth. He then drove away as fast as he could.
Aslam removed his mask from his face, drove the car fast, and reached his regular destination. He took Swathi from the trunk and went inside the cabin. He laid her on the bed and slowly removed her dress. His eyes looked at her naked body like a hungry wolf.
He spread her legs and hands, then tied them with the help of ropes in all corners of the bed. He took a liquid bottle from the shelf, opened it, and brought it near her nose. After a few seconds, Swathi regained consciousness. She looked around and realized what was happening to her. She tried to pull out the chains, but she was trapped like a caged animal. She mumbled something towards Aslam. He ungagged her and listened to her pleas. She begged him for her life. He took a syringe from the table and injected it into her thigh. Swathi felt an instant heat throughout her body and simultaneously felt the urge to have sex with him.
Aslam looked into her eyes, slowly undressed himself, and climbed into the bed. He held his dick in his right hand, sat on her fleshy breasts, and teased her mouth with his hardened member. She looked confused about her situation, her heart telling her it was wrong, but her desire pushed her to go through with it. The drug he had used on her allowed her to overcome her moral objections. She opened her mouth to take his erected dick deep inside, his weight pressing down on her breasts as he felt the milk coming out. Holding her head, he pushed his member roughly into her mouth, causing her saliva to mix with his pre-cum. He released her hands from the ropes, licked her face, then moved down to her neck. He focused on her milk-filled breasts, sucking her nipples like a hungry animal. Despite her screams of pain, the drug drove her to ask for more. He drained her breasts of milk, then moved down to her navel, licking her until she was wet. Going further down, he licked her precum from her wet pussy, causing her to spread her legs wider for him. His rough tongue explored the inner walls of her vagina, her attempts to push him away only making him more excited.
He released her legs from the ropes, and as she grabbed his hair and rubbed her wet pussy on his face, he took her legs in a V shape and thrust his erected boner inside her. He continued to penetrate her until her soft flesh turned red and began to bleed. As he reached for a sharp knife, he held her mouth shut, and with a ruthless stroke, he slit her throat while still having intercourse with her. He did not stop until she took her last breath.
AARAVALLI ISLAND POLICE STATION:
Renu Madhavi meticulously analyzed every detail of the crime scene, but it was clear that the murder had been carefully planned and executed elsewhere. The lack of evidence pointed to a calculated effort to hide the true location of the crime. As she examined the victim, Renu Madhavi realized that the perpetrator must have had a personal connection to the victim, as the level of violence and brutality suggested a deep-seated rage or vendetta.
The similarities to a previous case from six years ago raised red flags in Renu Madhavi's mind, leading her to suspect a possible connection between the two crimes. The victim's injuries were extensive and gruesome, indicating a prolonged and sadistic attack. The presence of sexual abuse further pointed to the disturbing nature of the crime.
As Renu Madhavi pieced together the evidence, she knew that she was dealing with a dangerous and disturbed individual. With determination and skill, she vowed to bring justice to the victim and apprehend the perpetrator before they could strike again.
Kabir looked at Renu Madhavi and he understood what's on her mind. He looked into her eyes. Renu Madhavi took a deep breath and she indicated to Kabir to keep his silence for now.
The police were unable to obtain any identifying information about the victim. Renu Madhavi instructed, "Joseph, please ensure the preservation of the crime scene, forward the photographs to Fathima, and make efforts to gather any pertinent evidence."
Renu Madhavi also instructed Joseph to bring her bike to the station, and asked Kabir to drive her back to the station.
While driving the car towards the station, Kabir asked, "Ma'am, do you think this is from our previous criminal?" Renu Madhavi replied, "Kabir, maybe this is a copycat murder, but he is in jail since we put him there."
Kabir then said, "Even today, I am not able to forget the incidents of the last hour." Renu Madhavi responded, "You mean all the things that happened that day. I think your god only sent you to rescue me. That was my first case and a memorable win for us. I think I didn't thank you properly."
Kabir humbly replied, "It's okay, ma'am, I was just doing my duty." Renu Madhavi then added, "If you weren't there for me, he would have succeeded in raping me. You are my savior. Even my husband tells me often that I should give you a good treat for that."
Upon Renu Madhavi's arrival at the station, Fathima utilized facial recognition software to investigate the identity of the victim. Inquiring about any findings, Renu Madhavi asked Fathima for an update.
Fathima promptly responded, She uploaded the visuals on the big screen and said "The victim has been identified as Vasanthi, a 28-year-old married individual employed as a hotel receptionist. She was reported missing following her shift two nights ago."
Subsequently, Renu Madhavi requested Kabir to drive her to the hotel where Vasanthi was employed. Kabir promptly initiated the vehicle, with Renu Madhavi seated in the front passenger seat, reviewing the file meticulously prepared by Fathima on Vasanthi. Upon arrival at the hotel, they were promptly received by the manager. Renu Madhavi inquired, "Was Vasanthi a former employee here?" The manager confirmed, "Yes, she was associated with this establishment for a duration of four years." Renu Madhavi further probed, "How was her performance during her tenure?" The manager commended, "Vasanthi was recognized for her exceptional work ethic and amiable demeanor. She was well-liked by all." Renu Madhavi then questioned, "Did she exhibit any peculiar behavior or encounter any conflicts with colleagues?" The manager assured, "To the best of my knowledge, there were no such incidents reported during her employment here." Renu Madhavi proceeded, "Did she maintain close relationships with anyone at the workplace?" The manager disclosed, "Her confidante, Kamala, the floor manager, is present on the premises. They shared a strong bond. Allow me a moment to arrange a meeting between you two." Following a brief interval, Kamala joined them at the table, visibly distraught. Renu Madhavi extended her sympathies before continuing her inquiries, yet no substantial leads emerged. Meanwhile, Kabir engaged in discussions with other staff members and janitorial personnel, yielding limited relevant information. Concluding her investigation, Renu Madhavi provided her contact details to the manager, urging them to reach out if any pertinent details surfaced. The manager assented and escorted her to the exit.
While en route to the door, Renu Madhavi received a call from Joseph. She answered in a professional manner, saying "Hello, Joseph. What seems to be the issue?" Joseph informed her, "Ma'am, you are required to report to the industrial sector near warehouse 25. A report has been made regarding another body." Renu Madhavi responded promptly, "Understood. I will proceed to the location. Please meet me there as well."
The abandoned Warehouse 25 has been left untouched for a quarter of a century, making it an ideal location for illicit activities to go unnoticed. The dilapidated state of the building deters any reputable individuals from using it, further adding to its appeal for those looking to engage in illegal ventures. The crumbling structure serves as a stark reminder of its forgotten past, now serving as a breeding ground for criminal activities.
Upon Renu Madhavi's arrival at the scene, Joseph had already coordinated with the forensic unit to begin their investigation. The victim, appearing to be in her mid-twenties, had been murdered in a manner similar to the previous victim, Vasanthi, with multiple lacerations on her body and a severe wound to her throat. Inquiring about the victim's identity.
Renu Madhavi asked Joseph, who informed her that the victim's name was Shivangi and that she was employed at a local school, as evidenced by the discovery of her purse.
She couldn't believe the injustice and cruelty that women were subjected to. The sight of women being treated as disposable and insignificant filled her with rage and sadness. Renu Madhavi felt a deep sense of hurt and betrayal at the thought of such senseless violence being inflicted on her fellow women. She vowed to do whatever she could to fight against this injustice and protect the rights and dignity of women everywhere.
Renu Madhavi returned to the station. Fathima had some important leads on Vasanthi's murder. She was given the autopsy report to Renu Madhavi. It indicated the victim was paralysed with drugs. she was raped multiple time rapidly and murdered. The lacerations happened after her death.
Renu Madhavi was engrossed in strategizing the apprehension of the murderer. She inquired, "Fathima, have you discovered any pertinent information from the note left at the crime scene?"
Fathima responded, "Yes, ma'am. The analysis indicated that there were no fingerprints present on the paper. However, it was identified as a specialized handmade paper. Through further investigation, I learned that only three companies in Tamil Nadu produce such paper, with one supplying King's Stationery in our vicinity."
Impressed, Renu Madhavi commended, "Well done, Fathima. Please obtain the contact information of the purchasers from the company." Fathima promptly informed, "I have already requested the details from the company, and they have assured me that the information will be provided by this evening."
ASLAM:
Meanwhile, somewhere in the woods, the light dimly came out from the windows of the house. The trees around the house gave a horror look matching the man who is inside the house. Inside the house, Aslam was sitting in the backside room. The room walls were covered with photos of women. He was sitting on the floor stark naked and holding a photo in his left hand, his right hand was busy on his erected dick.
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He was murmuring towards the photo, "Renu Madhavi, I want to finish the job which Dr. Roshan Shameer is not able to finish. I will show the world how special and superior I am to you and Dr. Roshan Shameer.
I will bring you into my bed and show the world to fear 'Aslam the Great Killer' more than Dr. Roshan Shameer. I will send a message to your police department by handling you in my bed and taking every second of your life." His eyes burned with rage as he plotted his twisted and sinister plans, consumed by a dark and twisted desire for power and control.
ONE YEAR AGO:
One year ago at the central jail, Aslam observed a man exuding authority and respect through fear while sitting near a tree. Intrigued by the man, Aslam sought information from his cell mate who revealed that he was the notorious serial killer Dr. Roshan Shameer. Aslam recalled the murders and how Dr. Roshan Shameer had been apprehended by a female inspector.
Aslam's backstory was rooted in a lifetime of deep-seated trauma and resentment that fueled his obsessive need to prove his superiority. Born into a dysfunctional family in a remote village, Aslam was the youngest of five siblings, constantly overshadowed and belittled by his older brothers who excelled in academics and sports. His father, a strict disciplinarian and failed businessman, frequently compared Aslam unfavorably to others, calling him "weak" and "useless" for his struggles with dyslexia and social awkwardness. This rejection extended to school, where bullies targeted him relentlessly, mocking his stammering speech and isolating him from peers. By his teenage years, Aslam had internalized these humiliations, developing a profound inferiority complex that manifested in violent fantasies as a way to reclaim power.
His early adulthood was marked by failed relationships and dead-end jobs; women he pursued often rejected him, reinforcing his belief that he was inherently unworthy. This spiraled into petty crimes—shoplifting, vandalism—which landed him in prison for the first time on a minor theft charge. Inside the jail, Aslam encountered hardened criminals, but none captivated him like Dr. Roshan Shameer. To Aslam, Shameer represented the ultimate alpha: a brilliant doctor who had outsmarted authorities for years, preying on women with calculated precision and evading capture until betrayed by chance. Shameer's crimes weren't just acts of violence; they were intellectual triumphs, meticulously planned with psychological manipulation and forensic evasion that left the police baffled.
Aslam idolized Shameer but also envied him deeply. While Shameer commanded fear and respect even behind bars—fellow inmates whispered about his exploits with awe—Aslam was dismissed as a nobody, a low-level offender unworthy of notice. This disparity ignited Aslam's burning desire to surpass Shameer: to prove he was smarter, more cunning, and more dominant. He studied Shameer's methods obsessively through smuggled newspaper clippings and inmate gossip, vowing to refine them into something flawless. Shameer's one failure—being caught by Renu Madhavi—became Aslam's obsession. By targeting Renu Madhavi and completing what Shameer couldn't (her ultimate domination and humiliation), Aslam aimed to eclipse his idol, showing the world that he, the overlooked reject, was the true mastermind. This twisted rivalry drove him to mimic Shameer's style but with enhancements: more elaborate staging, symbolic notes, and a personal vendetta that would rewrite history, making Shameer look like an amateur in comparison. Upon his release, Aslam delved into the intricacies of Dr. Roshan Shameer's case, gathering information from a fellow inmate about Shameer's relationship with Renu Madhavi. This knowledge prompted Aslam to begin surveilling Renu Madhavi, meticulously noting her daily activities and capturing images that evoked strong emotions within him.
PRESENT DAY.
Time is half past eleven.
Swathi, working as a nurse, finished her duty and came out of the hospital. She walked to the road and called her home to inform them that she would reach home in an hour. She had to go through the park to find a taxi or auto. As she walked through the thick trees in the park, she heard something behind her and stopped, turning her back. But there was nothing there, so she continued towards the park entrance. Suddenly, she bumped into something and saw a man standing in her way. Before she could react, he moved quickly and pressed a cloth over her face, causing her to pass out.
The man then carried her on his shoulder to where he had parked his car behind a big tree. He placed her inside the trunk and, despite her being unconscious, he tied her legs and hands with a zip tie and gagged her with a cloth. He then drove away as fast as he could.
Aslam removed his mask from his face, drove the car fast, and reached his regular destination. He took Swathi from the trunk and went inside the cabin. He laid her on the bed and slowly removed her dress. His eyes looked at her naked body like a hungry wolf.
He spread her legs and hands, then tied them with the help of ropes in all corners of the bed. He took a liquid bottle from the shelf, opened it, and brought it near her nose. After a few seconds, Swathi regained consciousness. She looked around and realized what was happening to her. She tried to pull out the chains, but she was trapped like a caged animal. She mumbled something towards Aslam. He ungagged her and listened to her pleas. She begged him for her life. He took a syringe from the table and injected it into her thigh. Swathi felt an instant heat throughout her body and simultaneously felt the urge to have sex with him.
Aslam looked into her eyes, slowly undressed himself, and climbed into the bed. He held his dick in his right hand, sat on her fleshy breasts, and teased her mouth with his hardened member. She looked confused about her situation, her heart telling her it was wrong, but her desire pushed her to go through with it. The drug he had used on her allowed her to overcome her moral objections. She opened her mouth to take his erected dick deep inside, his weight pressing down on her breasts as he felt the milk coming out. Holding her head, he pushed his member roughly into her mouth, causing her saliva to mix with his pre-cum. He released her hands from the ropes, licked her face, then moved down to her neck. He focused on her milk-filled breasts, sucking her nipples like a hungry animal. Despite her screams of pain, the drug drove her to ask for more. He drained her breasts of milk, then moved down to her navel, licking her until she was wet. Going further down, he licked her precum from her wet pussy, causing her to spread her legs wider for him. His rough tongue explored the inner walls of her vagina, her attempts to push him away only making him more excited.
He released her legs from the ropes, and as she grabbed his hair and rubbed her wet pussy on his face, he took her legs in a V shape and thrust his erected boner inside her. He continued to penetrate her until her soft flesh turned red and began to bleed. As he reached for a sharp knife, he held her mouth shut, and with a ruthless stroke, he slit her throat while still having intercourse with her. He did not stop until she took her last breath.
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