Hey, I paid. I pay to see a real whore'or show. I drop about $5,000 on this show once a week. Basically I get off on the whole s&m beauty pageants. Except the humiliation lied within the crowd, because if we were ever found then we would be in the papers. Us, suits, would be exposed. Half of us are lawyers, some of us are politicians, one of us a governor, and well I'm a father.
We all gathered to watch girls being beat until death do us part. Some of us would jack off to it, others would drool. I would sit and be nearly amused, but still all kinds of pleasure would course its way through my body. Tonight, she was a brunette with soft milky skin. Gorgeous figure, eyes that sparkled, and lips as pale as the moon. All these girls knew exactly what they were getting in to. They actually offered to be in these shows. We would watch objects come in and out of their bodies, men striking them with metal blades, and the girls would then cry at the end of the show with their finale. Most girls would pick one of us from the crowd have a final offering for us, and then we all go home to our perfect lives.
I watched the girls bleed to death, like watching a pig running around with a wound gushing blood. They would squeal. They would make themselves deformed. One girl actually slit her throat open and ripped out her vocal chords. Maybe they find this to be like performance art? But why? I would always go home right after and take a shower. I'm sure you get the irony. These shows gave us a reason to completely ruin the world for one moment at a time.
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