"Cum like it's the last time," I whisper. But you don't take me seriously. It's just a figure of speech. You edge, again and again, savoring every stroke. "This is your very last orgasm," I say with a smile, and you think nothing of it. Mesmerized by my latex bodysuit, by each teasing glimpse of what I have on underneath - your arousal leaves you mindless. You don't notice that the danger is real until it's too late. You cum hard.  And then? You're fucked. That glass of water I gave you earlier was a trick. Your orgasm subsides, and paralysis sets in. You're li mp. Utterly helpless at my feet. Now you know my teasing threats were real. You would beg for your life if you could, but your powerless lips can't utter a word. A big blade glitters as I rub it across my body. "Those balls. That dick. You won't need any of them where you're going." You can't save yourself now. All you can do is suffer as I sadistically amputate your manhood.  And now, it's time to go. I'm going to enjoy ending you. With a moan of pleasure, I wrap a long piece of rope around your neck. You look into my eyes, helpless and scared. I smile. It's okay. Just let go. Your vision gets hazy, your pulse slows, and everything fades away.