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I had doubts. It was only natural. Who in their right mind would actually believe in this offer anyway? I couldn’t blame him for not showing up.

I was covered in goosebumps, not only from the cold night air biting every inch of my exposed skin in this cold and dingy alleyway, but also from the disbelief in myself for even being here in first place. The entire conversation we had had online had been where the tremors started. That familiar warm feeling causing my adrenaline to rush as I had confessed to yet another stranger not only my sick desire and fantasy, but also the photos of me and the address to my house.

He had been perfect from start to finish. I could tell he wasn’t one of those guys just in it for a few quick photos and agreeing to go along with the idea to get a sick nut out. No, he had been perfect. He asked all the right questions, pushed all the right buttons. He had turned me into a throbbing, leaky mess with a simple conversation. He was perfect.

It was always too good to be true.

I sighed as I stood up and rubbed my shoulders shivering, I could see my breath fogging the air clearly on each exhale, it was late and I was tired. At least he had given me the thrill of wondering what could’ve been, right?

The sound of approaching footsteps sent a shiver down my spine as I spun to look towards the entrance to the alleyway.

… Could it be?

He stepped into view and I felt a sudden wave of newfound energy causing me go shiver in a way I felt almost uncontrollable. I stared at him as he walked towards me. His stride casual and confident, the pistol loose in his grip catching the light off the fluorescent bulbs humming with circling by flies. Each step closer caused my shudder to build even more, until he stopped his advance, inches apart from me as I looked up at him. My vision was almost static.

“You’re fuckmeat?” He asked with an air of finality that I could only nod in awe towards. The slightest hint of a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips as he rumbled an offering of recognition deep in his chest.

After a few brief moments of silence he chuckled. “Well?… We doing this or what? Get down like you agreed to.” He demanded as he pulled back the slide of his handgun with an echoing click.

I hurriedly stripped myself completely, tossing my clothing to the floor without worry about how it may be ruined. It didn’t matter anymore, nothing did, and I loved that. As I sank to my knees, my smooth, feminine body on display shamelessly, he licked his lips and placed the gun to my forehead, the barrel settling right between my eyes as I looked up at him, my heart racing.

“Thank yo-“ I begin to say before he pulls the trigger. In the brief moment my vision and consciousness faded, I could feel my body falling backwards in a phantom pain even as my brain exited out the back of my skull and splattered along the floor. The brief flash of his body looking over me as his gun kicked back and the slightest spray of my blood splattered over his broad chest and handsome face…

My corpse twitched on the floor, stiff for a moment before relaxing slowly, my arms falling to my sides as blood began to pool around my ruined head.

He wasted no time getting his reward. Dropping his pants and lifting my legs onto his shoulders as he unceremoniously thrust into my tight asshole. He had to be quick, it wasn’t long until he heard sirens wailing in the distance getting closer by the moment.

Luckily for him, as he dumped his seed and ran, he had no idea that men just as sick as he was were driving those cruisers. He had no idea that my death would be ruled as suicide to cover the asses of the two officers who spent their time collecting evidence bending my corpse over the dumpster in that alleyway…

It was the perfect end.