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Nikita was bored at home, he didnt have anything to do. He then had an idea of hanging out with Artyom, little did he know it was going to be the worst fucking decision ever in the world. He pulled out his phone and texted Artyom — “Hey tyoma, can i come over,?? Im so fucking bored.”. In an instant, Artyom replied back saying that Nikita could come over since he also didnt have anything to do. Nikita quickly got off of his bed and added his jeans on, he was still wearing that shitty purgen hoodie that hasnt seen a washing machine in several months. He then ran downstairs and took his coat then his shoes and left the house. His mother didnt say anything since she was busy fucking around on the streets at home. Nikita made his way to Artyom’s house.
On the other hand while Artyom was waiting for Nikita, he had an idea of what he should do to Nikita. He wanted it gruesome and graphic, imagining Nikita bleeding the fuck out just made Artyom so fucking horny. He then snapped into reality once he heard loud knocking and he walked downstaira, opening the front door. Nikita was there, all smiley and innocent, just like a fucking child wanting to get sweets for halloween trick or treats. Nikita walked in and Artyom went back upstairs to his room, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it, Nikita put his shoes away and his coat then went upstairs to Artyom’s room. He sat on the bed whilst staring at Artyom. Nikita asked “So what are we gonna do then? Fucking just sit around in silence or what.”. Artyom frowned when Nikita literally asked a question while he just started taking the puff, he shook his head then once he was finished with the cig, he forcefully grabbed Nikita’s face and squeezed the finished front cigarette to Nikita’s cheek. Hoping it would burn his skin a little, Nikita felt a sharp pain and hissed but did nothing about it, hes seen much much more worse from Artyom anyway. Artyom smirked, looking at Nikita’s face and then turning around, opening a drawer, grabbing a big pocketknife and turned to face Nikita. He held the knife in his hand while his other hand reached out to grab Nikita. Nikita was confused but also a little scared, he wondered if Artyom was just going to cut him or something like that. But this time it would be different, he was going to take his last breath today.
Artyom then pushed Nikita, Nikita lying flat on the bed as Artyom crawled over him, holding the knife in two hands and aiming it straight into Nikita’s chest. Nikita gasped and screamed, Artyom used his hand to cover the other’s mouth to block the sound, “Dont fucking scream or i’ll make this shit even worse.”. As his other hand with the knife kept stabbing Nikita’s chest, throughout the stomach and through the ribcages. Nikita was losing alot of blood quickly but he wasnt dead yet, he was whimpering and crying so much. Artyom pulled out the knife and slowly pierced through the chest once again, aiming for the heart. As the knife cut through the heart, Nikita’s breath was slowing down and he was only gurgling out blood from his mouth, he looked at Artyom one last time and tried moving a little to push Artyom away but he had no energy and he was forced down onto the bed. It was impossible. Nikita began crying again and later starting to lose consciousness.
Artyom was proud of what he did, the view in his eyes was amazing. Everything about this was literally so perfect, the blood squirting out, the graphic scenery and Nikita’s dead body and his wounds. He then decided to go a bit more further. He threw the knife away and started unbuckling his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down, doing the same for Nikita. He smirked at Nikita whilst Nikita was getting more dizzier, his eyesight getting worser each second. Artyom then shoved his dick right into Nikita’s hole. He was thrusting unevenly and hard. This caused pleasure for Artyom himself as he was groaning and moaning softly whilst Nikita only ever felt pain, his body was starting to numb. After each thrust, Nikita only ever threw up small amount of blood or gargled. Once Artyom had his one last thrust, Nikita then had his last breath and was killed. He wasnt alive no more. Artyom pulled out, a relief of sigh escaped his mouth, he moved away from the bed and smiled. Nikita was laying dead on Artyom’s bed. Now all Artyom had to do was just get a new mattress, clean out his room and remove the dead body. He started doing the task as quickly as possible. He wouldnt ever forget this moment, it was the most special and the best he’s ever recieved.