We see Jacquelyn walking outside with a sexy bikini and carrying a basket of goodies. It looks like she is ready for a rather morbid picnic.
Her voice narrates with a sad and hopeless vibe, “I cannot tell you what I do for a living, who I work for or even who I am. Officially I don’t even exist. But I have enemies. People who want me gone, or worse. I can’t count the number of times I’ve had to fight for my life. It gives you a rather different perspective on life.”
Jackie pulls out some of the tools as she narrates about the horrible experiences that she has endured. As she does this she pulls up an implement and looks at it with both fear and longing.
“I remember especially what it feels like to feel the pressure around my neck and pulled brutally tight. I remember not being able to breathe, no matter what I did. I remember it tightening, harder and harder until my body was numb and I remember everything getting dark. The strangest part is… I like it. I enjoy it. I never feel more alive than when my body starts to tingle and then goes numb, and my vision gets dark and blurry… Being only seconds from ultimate darkness like that gives me the most intense arousal I’ve ever known. Does that seem strange to you? Does it seem sick or perverted? If so I certainly wouldn’t argue with you. But in my line of work I can’t trust anyone. Especially not for playing edge games like this. So…”
With a few furtive glances around, she gasps as she lets out a weak groan. She squirms sensuously as she struggles for breath and her face turns dark red and purple. She is caught up in an intense arousal as she teases herself to the edge of passing out.
Her head is spinning as she goes as hard as she can. Not a sound escapes her lips and she goes completely limp. Jacqueline lays there for a moment without movement before taking a deep shuddering breath and coughing a few times. She lays there breathing deeply and looking both satisfied and disgusted with herself.
She continues, “Don’t say anything. You don’t understand. I don’t expect you to. I think you should go now. I have work to do. Maybe I’ll be lucky, and this will be my last job.”