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The next time I killed her it felt forced too practiced, rehearsed. And whilst the movement and the blood still flowed I wasn't able to feel the same spurt of the joy of completion and whilst the execution, was in essence still 'killing', it was kinda dull, like a boring drilling. I'll have to try again. The next time he killed me I was ready for it so I lent into it. And whilst it still stung I was able to ride the trauma kept my good side to the camera and whilst the transition was in essence still 'dying' it was kinda arousing, exciting. I think the third time might be even better by some measure. I'll have to wait and see.
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May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 1:27 PM UTC
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The next time I killed her it felt forced too practiced, rehearsed. And whilst the movement and the blood still flowed I wasn't able to feel the same spurt of the joy of completion and whilst the execution, was in essence still 'killing', it was kinda dull, like a boring drilling. I'll have to try again. The next time he killed me I was ready for it so I lent into it. And whilst it still stung I was able to ride the trauma kept my good side to the camera and whilst the transition was in essence still 'dying' it was kinda arousing, exciting. I think the third time might be even better by some measure. I'll have to wait and see.
Killing, like dying, takes practice
#death#acting#scene
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May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 1:27 PM UTC
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