Peachy Keen Films – Golden Poetry
Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra
Description: In the third tale of the Poetry Killer, his target is a mob boss’s pretty young wife. A poem she received is a warning of her untimely demise. She hires an assassin of her own to outwit the killer. After talking about their plan to have the assassin paint herself gold as the poem suggests, they spend some quality time together. Once covered in gold from head to toe, the female assassin slips under the sheet to await the killer while the would be victim hides in the bathroom to observe his pending demise.
The killer arrives, calm as always and is confronted by the gold assassin. At her mercy he waits for her to make a fatal mistake and then he takes her with a slip-knot garrote. Holding her upright, sometimes off the floor he virtually hangs her from the garrote. Her eyes bulge out — set apart from the shimmery gold paint. Her tongue lashes out for air, but there is no air to be found. While she is strong she elbows him in the ribs many times, but he stands firm, a dedication to his job — to finish his task. Though she is weak and sagging now, he does not let up for a moment — sweat pouring down his face, now caked with gold as well. When she is still, he tosses her face first on the bed.
He turns to find the young mob wife watching him. She boldly emerges from the bathroom and propositions him for her life. He may take her up on it, at least for the moment, but when she reaches for the assassin’s .25, he loops the rope around her neck, yanking her upright as it tightens — her air is gone. Her knees are resting on the edge of the bed and she is upright, but with him behind her she cannot get leverage, nor fall forward or back. She is held upright by his makeshift noose. Her eyes tell the story of hopeless sadness — she knows she is not going to live. He, of course, is quite sure, confident in his ability to kill this young woman and finish the job he was paid to do.
When she is finally still after a long battle, he tosses her forward on the bed. He roughly turns her over, grabs a quick drink, and admires his work. He is exhausted, but as he leaves, he longs for the next kill. Who will it be…?
