Choke
Copyright© 2024 by EveryDenial
Chapter 11
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Trigger warning: Suicide and dark themes. Krystal, a young adult girl, is depressed and has lost the will to live. She has tried to have her life ended several times and she wants things to end her way, but that requires some assistance, and that assistance requires time. To keep the depression at bay, Krystal masturbates frequently, uses sex to fill the void inside her, spends time at work, and socializes, even though she doesn't feel like doing any of those things.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa Fiction Tear Jerker Rough Black Female White Female Cream Pie Facial Masturbation Necrophilia Small Breasts
A knock at her door. Krystal checked the click. It was 2 pm on the dot. Right on time. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was straightened and her makeup was perfectly done. She was naked, the need for clothing was unnecessary
She had been sitting in her apartment since Tom left, waiting, watching the clock, counting down the minutes. The anticipation was killing her. She was nervous, excited, scared. Her heart was racing, her body trembling.
She took a deep breath and walked to the door, her footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor. She reached out, her fingers grasping the cool metal handle. With a deep breath, she opened the door, and there he was.
Mark was a tall man, almost 6 feet. His brown hair was neatly cut, his blue eyes looking into her hazel eyes. He was dressed casually, a pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt.
“I guess that makes sense,” Mark chuckled, taking in the sight of her naked form. “I’m Mark. You’re Krystal?”
“That’s me,” she said, smiling nervously. “Come on in.”
He stepped into the apartment, his eyes scanning the room.
“Nice place,” he said, looking around.
“Thanks,” she said, shutting the door behind him. “So, um,” she stammered, not sure where to begin.
“Let’s cut the small talk,” Mark said, his voice serious. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes,” she replied, more confidently than she had ever felt before. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
“Okay,” he nodded. “Bedroom I assume?”
“Yes, that’s right,” she said, pointing towards the open door.
He stepped into the room, his eyes taking in the scene. Her bed was covered with a simple white comforter, the pillows neatly arranged. A nightstand was on either side of the bed, both bare except for a lamp.
“It’s very ... minimalist,” Mark said, glancing at the bare walls.
“Didn’t you say no small talk?” She asked, smiling.
“Right,” he said, returning her smile. “Where do you want me to ... you know, choke you to death?”
“Oh, right,” she said, feeling foolish.
Krystal walked over to the bed and climbed onto the soft mattress, the blanket smooth against her skin. She laid down, her head resting on the pillow, her hands resting by her side.
“Like this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Perfect,” he replied, his voice low.
She watched as he slowly moved towards her, his eyes fixed on hers, his expression intense. He was like a predator stalking his prey, the hunter about to capture his victim. Her heart was pounding, her breath quickening. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for.
“Ready?” He asked, his hand hovering above her throat.
“Yes,” she breathed, her body trembling.
His hand closed around her throat and didn’t hesitate to start applying pressure. She felt the air that was trapped in her lungs, her wasted gasps at air that couldn’t enter, her lungs desperately trying to get the oxygen that couldn’t reach her. The pressure was building, the pain increasing, the darkness slowly closing in.