Chapter 3

“She’ll be here in 20 minutes!” Sonia announced happily.

John gulped. Although his brain -the logical part at least, had accepted the reality of his new life -a man trapped in another world, forever- the emotional burden was almost unbearable. After all, he was going against everything he had been taught all his life, from the early Sunday school: “Thou shall not kill,” said the Book. In fact, almost every religion on Earth had a variation of this commandment: He didn’t even have the advantage -because it would have been an advantage- of being a criminal, a psycho or even a former soldier. He had never hunted, nor being in serious fights -thanks God he wasn’t a vegan, or else this nightmare would be exponentially worse. He was John Connors, a simple graphic designer working freelance, son, brother, friend, a simple man, a man who was about to kill a woman.

While John was submerged in his thoughts, Sonia had not been idle. She had gotten the set of knives and spread them on the center table, like a set of surgical instruments. Then she got cleaning supplies and had them at the ready, in order to clean up later -it wouldn’t be good to give the blood time to permanently stain John’s furniture, after all.

John’s thoughts were interrupted by the door chime. Sonia went to open the door, and the apartment was immediately filled with the giggles and cries that occur when two women meet after some time without seeing each other.

“Master, your snuff slut is here,” said Sonia.

John raised his head and looked at the new arrival. He was entranced by her beauty, and how different was her from Sonia. Julie was a short brunette with a bob, dressed in a checkered skirt, white shirt, blue tie and blue jersey. She was also wearing a red beret, giving the appearance of the quintessential catholic schoolgirl.

“Hi, John ... Master,” Julie greeted him.

“Hi...” answered John. This girl can’t be older than 18, he thought. “Er ... how old are you?”

“I’m nineteen, you already know that,” she giggled. “But I understand, I like to look younger than I am.”

So, he already knew that. He remembered that Sonia had said that he loved her anus, so she had been here before. She had been fucked, but obviously not snuffed, by his doppelganger. In a way he envied him, if he had access to this type of women. But then he remembered that he wasn’t only to have sex with her, he was going to k ... er ... snuff her.

Both Sonia and Julie looked at him, worried. It was clear for them that John wasn’t as enthusiastic as them.

“Master, Julie is here for you to snuff her, please. She will give her life to heal you, isn’t that great?” tried Sonia.

“Yes, Master, I’m so glad that you chose me. I was worried that some vagrant would take me at the street and just snuff me without purpose, now I have something to expect for.” Julie gave him a beautiful smile and kneeled in front of him. She placed her head on his thigh and closed her eyes. “Oh, yes,” she continued. “It will be a dream made true, and you will give me this gift.”

He felt her mouth giving small kisses to the inside of his thigh, and then she started to softly suck his flesh.

“This girl knows what she’s doing,” he thought. “She hasn’t yet touched my cock and I’m feeling like never before.”

While Julie was attending to his limbs, Sonia was looking at him with a smile. “Is she to your liking, master?” He only looked at her. “Oh, yes, I recognize that gaze. You love it!” she clapped, happy for her master. “She will be a great snuff slut!”

Those last words brought John back to reality. This girl, wrong, these girls, were his. He was free to fuck them, to love them, to snuff them. Strangely, this last thought didn’t disturb him as much as it had disturbed him 20 minutes ago.

Julie interrupted her ministrations to assent enthusiastically: “Yes, master, I will be the best snuff slut ever, for you.” Her eyes sparkled in anticipation. “I can’t wait to find out what surprise you have for me.”

Although he knew, in theory at least, what was expected of him, now it hit him again: He was supposed not only to snuff this beauty, but to choose the method.

Sonia spoke then: “I have the knives ready at the living room, master.”

Would he be able to cut, to stab this girl? He didn’t know. “How would you like to go?” he asked Julie.

“Any way you like, master.” A nice answer, but not what he needed.

“I ask you again, and order you to be candid. How would you like to go?” John gave his voice a stern tone, enough to show that he was serious.

Julie thought it over. “I am a romantic at heart. I always dreamed of dying in the arms of my lover, slowly losing consciousness while looking at his eyes. To die feeling loved.” She said this timidly, almost like if she were embarrassed of admitting her fantasy. After all, she was a snuff slut, it was not up to her to decide how to die.

He looked at Sonia. Her eyes were wet. “That’s so beautiful, Julie” she said. Somehow those knives seemed woefully inadequate. Then she looked at John, a silent plea in her face.

He decided to give Julie her fantasy. Not only because of her, but because he didn’t feel capable of using knives, or a hammer, or any other instrument that ended in a lot of blood. Her death would be as clean and painless as possible.

They never went to the living room. He ordered Julie to lay on the bed, fully clothed. He compared both women. Sonia, a blonde bombshell oozing sex, born to be a sex slave and ultimately a snuff slut. Julie, an innocent schoolgirl with bright eyes and the heart of Snow White.

He ordered Sonia to bring the smallest, sharpest knife from the set. Julie gulped when she heard this, but John’s smile reassured her. Once with the knife in his hand, he started to cut Julie’s clothes.