She’d found his website by accident, the images and stories there while profoundly terrifying awoke thoughts and fantasies
Ashlee had long suppressed. Their online discussions led Ashlee to a long weekend of unimagined surrender to her darkest
desires. In those two days he’d cruelly used her with ruthless brutality. He’d taken her fantasies and twisted them in sick
and perverted ways she’d never imagined possible. Ashlee never thought she could feel this degraded, this humiliated, this
utterly and truly used.
Even now, at the very end, even as Ashlee helplessly watched his thumb slowly beginning to press the release switch for that razor-sharp blade poised high above the back of her slender exposed neck, she desperately longed to thank him for bringing all her darkest fantasizes to life, but by then it was too late for words, Ashlee’s decapitated head was already lying in the bucket...