New Year’s resolutions, many make them, but most seldom follow through. Well, not mine, and not on this dark and perilous night.
After months of online discussion, the time has finally come. He sent me this hourglass, instructing me to turn it over at exactly midnight on New Year’s
Eve. The hourglass runs out of sand in precisely twenty-four hours, or a midnight tonight. He darkly promised that I wouldn’t live to see those final grains
of sand slipping away.
Shortly before midnight, he will arrive, armed with a 16th-century Spanish Rapier, over three feet of razor-sharp cold steel and cruelly use it to run me
through, brutally sheathing that deadly blade, hilt deep, within my belly. Tonight, I’m going to die upon that blade, as my killer slowly and sadistically
twists it within my guts as I agonizingly bleed out for his amusement.
Of course, the best part, at least from my perspective, that after I’m dead, he intends to use me for his sick perverted pleasure, vaginally, anally and
orally until I finally grow cold. After all, tonight’s New Year’s resolution, like his, has always been one of my darkest necrophilia fantasies...