This is a very underrated ova
https://archive.org/details/black-magic-m-66.1987.x-264.-ac-3-cal-chi
Fantasy/Sexual Violence
The little cunt really thought she could disobey, really thought her life wasn't mine. She really hadn't grasped that she was my property, and I could break her fucking neck if I wanted to as it was my right. I look at her cheating whore eyes, the eyes of a retarded bitch so weak of moral character that she would suck any cock dangled in front of her mouth, old, young, black, white, she was filth. And since she was my property she had made me filthy by extension. She had essentially raped me, by allowing her body, which was my body, to be used without my consent. It was time to make this bitch pay.
She's bound and immobile. Sitting up. I crack her across the face suddenly, with the back of my hand, 60% of my strength. She starts bleeding from the mouth. But she doesn't cry. Only winces, wimpers, and cowars. She knows she deserves this. I take a break and give her time to get over the shock. I smoke while I wait, ignoring her presence in the room with me. I look out the window, getting lost in thought and anger, feeling betrayed, feeling insulted, bitterly. I finish my smoke. Takea deep breath, slow exhale, close my eyes. Remember what she did. That fucking whore. I open my eyes and walk back over to the little bitch. She's scared to look me in the eye. I tell her
"You can look me in the eye, or I can never walk or talk again."
She looks. I say,
"Good"
I start to talk, she listens, I explain how I feel, how what she did was wrong, and how we're going to fix it. First, she was going to contact her new friends. Then she was going to be a good girl and get them where they need to be. Then, she is going to watch as they are tortured to death from their cocks and cunts up to their sternum.
It all goes off without a hitch, I ask her, do we understand eachother now? I ask her, does she understand what I am now? She nods, like a mouse beholdent to a snake, she now obeys. Finally. I put my bloody hand around her face, mushing her lips into a pucker. I look at her with my dead, cold, bitter eyes, and I tell her that is very good, because if she didn't understand, I would have to disembowel her, and spread her carcass across the fancy objects owned by her former new friends.
All their money in the world can't make them real men. They did not conquer, they were born into their money. And they are ripe. Ripe for the picking. I am a new conquer. I am a man after their own ancestors heart. And their ancestors will smile on me, for eliminating their weak descendants who besmirch their name. Their women will be discarded, but their daughters will serve a purpose.
The new rich have arrived, like a hermit crab moving into a new shell.
https://youtu.be/3fGQ8pF3wYU
Good day to you
The Trench