Story Script:

NARRATOR: The dim glow of the TV flickers as Steve sits alone, engrossed in *Friday the 13th Part 4*. The creak of the front door snaps him to attention.

JANE: You like watching people die, don’t you, Steve?

STEVE: Holy shit—who the fuck are you?

NARRATOR: Jane steps into the light, her tight black dress clinging to every curve, a knife glinting in her hand.

JANE: A fan. Just like you. But I don’t just *watch* killers… I *become* them.

STEVE: Fuck… why do I find this so hot?

JANE: Because you’re a sick little freak. You want me to cut you? To make you bleed while I ride that pathetic cock?

STEVE: Jesus Christ, yes—

NARRATOR: She straddles him, grinding her soaked pussy against his hardening dick through his jeans.

JANE: Tell me how much of a disgusting pig you are. Beg me to ruin you.

STEVE: Fuck, I’m a worthless piece of shit—please ruin me, please—

NARRATOR: She yanks down his pants, his cock springing free.

JANE: Look at it—so hard for a psychotic bitch. You’d let me slit your throat just to feel my cunt, wouldn’t you?

STEVE: God, yes—just fucking take it—

NARRATOR: She slams down onto him, her tight wet pussy gripping his shaft.

JANE: You’re nothing but a fucktoy for killers. Say it.

STEVE: I’m—*fuck*—just a fucktoy—

NARRATOR: Jane rides him hard, her nails digging into his chest as she leans in, licking his neck.

JANE: Cum inside me, you pathetic loser. Show me how weak you really are.

STEVE: I’m gonna—oh *fuck*—

NARRATOR: With a groan, he erupts inside her, his body shuddering as she laughs, grinding her clit against him.

JANE: Good boy. Now… who’s next?