Peachy Keen Films – Poetry & Murder
Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra
Description: In the sequel to the Lawyer and the Bodyguard, our poet assassin has seduced another young woman with his poetry. This time, they are alone in her apartment, embraced in passion, drunk with wine. They move into the bedroom where she gives him his poem to read aloud to her while she sensuously undresses for him. When he finishes, he comes to her from behind, playing with her neck. She holds a knife, concealed. Ironically she too is a killer, but she is lost in the passion and the moment to strike passes. Distracting her by toying with her necklace, he grabs her stocking and quickly wraps it twice around her soft neck. The fabric creaks as he pulls it tight. She drops the knife and struggles to live. He holds her upright and tight against him, feeling her ass against his crotch — rubbing — exciting him more. He keeps his hold and she fights for her life. Her mouth and tongue search for air, eyes wide in fear and fight. In a while, she weakens until finally, she is still. He allows her to lean against him, balancing as he removes the stocking, exposing her reddened neck. He lays her down and repositions her on the bed. Then he hears a sound. It’s her roommate, home early. Shit. He hides and waits, exhausted, but anticipating what is to come. She discovers her friend and in a panic, sits in the chair the killer hides behind. She calls the police, at the same time, noticing the poem. She reaches for it, looks at it while talking to the stranger on the phone. She does not notice him until he wraps the stocking around her neck, but it is too late. The phone flies out of her hand, she tries to get leverage with her feet and legs but her nylons cause her feet to slip and slide. With adrenaline, his strength is back and he kills her. It take some time, and she scratches at him, but only succeeds in tearing apart her nylons. When she is dead, he lets her slump forward. The cops are on the way, and he is spent now anyhow — no time to love her beautiful body. He feels her supple, young breasts — exposing them — her clothing he leaves disheveled. He leaves, waiting for his next assignment.
Poetry_and_Murder.mp4
