Snuff Symphony

[galvanize]

To Leopold Masters, he was an artist. The naked 19 year old girl tied to a chair in front of him was his artwork. Leopold paced around her enjoying the scent of fear. He knew he was in full control, the director so to speak.

 

Flicking the camera into action, Leopold grimly walked over to the bound girl and moved her luscious blonde hair behind her ears. Placing his right hand on her left breast he let a little squeeze and felt her body shockwaves ripple through him. Leopold licked his lips, already this was getting to intense for him but he knew for the sake of art he must continue.

 

Positioning himself up to full height, Leopold reached into his tight black sweater and produced a long stainless steel kitchen knife. “I’m sorry for what I must now do” said Leopold his voice muffled by his balaclava “But you my little street whore are about to take part in something amazing, magnificent even.

 

Leopold waited for a bit, frozen in the moment before plunging the knife down with full ferocity into the girls’ genitals. Her screams erupted out of her like a volcano but to Leo it was music, sweet wonderful music that he was composing. Twisting the knife viciously leo withdrew it, but only to plunge it back in seconds later.

 

Thoughts raced through Leos mind. He knew he must do this to precision timing to complete his masterpiece…his wonderful morbid masterpiece.

 

Ten painful minutes later she was dead. Leo lay sat down opposite her. A large pool of urine had trickled down his legs but he did not mind. He had come so enwrapped into the act of savage love he had committed that he had got a little “over excited”. Cleaning the blade Leo stood up.

 

There was a small click as Leo took the tape out of the camera and placed it in his pocket.

 

 

Please comment if you like. I need all the feedback i can get

[Claude GTA3]

This is great but there's a flaw. Too short.

[galvanize]

thanks kk length. I'll know to improvee on that. If anyone else has any feedback good or bad can you please please comment i really want to improve my writing style

 

thanks

[TonyZimmzy]

Definitely needs more length, yeah. It wasn't bad; you should read M&P by Oxidizer, that story is sickeningly amazing with snuff and stuff along the lines .

[longkissgoodnight]

Like I said before: I am not a fan of sex "stories" but the killer theme is good.

[The Unvirginiser]

Needs to be longer, don't let this put you off though

Why so many snuff movie stories?

[Vercetti21]

Why so many snuff movie stories?

Why not?

 

It's fair. The description is good and the only noticeable grammar mistakes are minor. However, I didn't particularly like the "ten minutes later..." part. The whole story's supposed to be about this snuff scene, and you've just skipped through the whole thing, only detailing the beginning and end. I wouldn't say this was more of a mistake on length, but rather content.

[Oxidizer]

I've had this reply box open now for approx. 20-odd minutes and I still haven't figured out what to say. You've rendered me speechless - and that's not an easy thing to do.

 

So all I will ask is this: will there be more?! I bloody hope so.

[galvanize]

Thanks for comments this chapter might have a bit more bulk

@ Oxidizer I hope this answers your question lol

 

The coffee shop was small and smoky, much like something out of a French movie. Leopold sat on a small cushy sofa in the corner of the café. Opposite him sat his boss and business associate, a man simply known as the Producer. To the “Producer” he was a businessman, plain and simple. He was only in the savage business of producing gory snuff films so he could make money and provides certain “cinema entertainment” to special clients however to Leo he was an artist, a composer of the rarest kind.

 

Leo did not care for money. Of course he needed it to pay taxes and the rent etc but he did not care for it, all Leo cared for was the adrenaline; the feel of sinking a knife into a young girl’s skin made him sweat uncontrollably; watching the corpses mutilated pussy contract as she breathed her last made his mouth produce large quantities of phlegm and spit which would dribble down his chin. To him instead of using a paintbrush as a mere painter would he would use knifes and blades to dance across the human body. He was in harmony but soon it would come to an end, but not before the climax.

 

Oh the climax. Leo could not control himself, physically and mentally when he’d watch himself in the camera as he made brutal love to the corpse. The final moments of the savage love kill felt like touching heaven. Touching a heaven, he made. In simple turns, he felt like God.

 

Unfortunately as noted before the Producer did not see things that way, sliding a brown envelope across the table to Leo he spoke “I haven’t had time to fully review your last film. But from what I saw I liked. Here’s some cash for your efforts. I do believe your movie will be a hit with many of my clients”. Leo nodded his head in a gesture of thanks. “However. I know this must be a bit hypocritical coming from me. But you need to tone it down for a bit. At least leave a sensible amount of time between the “filming” because, well as you well know our business strictly speaking isn’t the most legal and a lot of the law enforcement have been snooping around”.

“No” replied Leo sitting himself up in the couch. “I my good friend am an artist and you may not choke my creativity. Already I’m brimming with ideas for our next piece”. Leo struck a glare at the Producer to prove his point. “I mean look around us”. Leo casually gestured to the people in the coffee shop. “Most of these people would be more than suitable for our next film. That little boy” said Leo pointing to a 7 year old boy drinking a milkshake with his parents. “He would add a tang to my art that hasn’t been seen in a long time. It would freshen our business up.” The Producer started up but Leo kicked in “Or how about her” Leo nodded to a 16 year old girl sitting near them glazing into the eyes of her boy friend opposite her “ Don’t you want to see a knife in her elegant pussy”. There was silence. “I think I’ve proved my point. Leo stood up and walked towards the door.

 

The Producer stared blankly at him waiting for an explanation to his departure. “You shall not stop me creating art” shouted Leo drawing the attention of the eyes of everybody in the coffee shop towards him. “You really shall not” answered Leo again emphasizing it. There was an uneasy silence which was broken by the noise of the door swinging as Leo left.

 

 

Please please leave me feedback on how to improve thanks

 

[longkissgoodnight]

Sounds ok so far - I could see that its a little longer.

[Oxidizer]

Wow. You're actually a very talented writer, I really like this stuff!

 

And you've got everything so perfectly right too: the Producer's agenda - being to solely profit from the products and to cater for his clientele - and Leo, who sees his work as art. Seems exactly what I'd expect of a sexual murderer.

 

I'm so glad you're continuing this, and I can't wait for more!

[galvanize]

Thanks Oxidizer I love good feedback. Please tell me how to improve though

 

 

Leopolds past was a horrific affair. Being born a only child to a Christian mother, he found any creativity or self improvement he showed as blasphemous, Often suffering brutal beatings from the small wooden crucifix that his mother kept if he didnt repent for the sins he had committed. Of course like most normal boys (if you could call him normal, the fact is that the only people he saw in his first 15 years were his mother and this so called God) Leo tried to get on with his life. But the more he hid the worse the beatings came. His mother would simply crack him across the face a couple of times for menial things such as forgetting to say grace before meals or forgetting to put the toilet seat down.

 

Leo tried. I mean of course he tried but its hard living with little company in the dull, grey swamp on the outskirts of the city. To his mother everything he did was sin and he was often called a lowly piece of sh*t for his actions. However, that wasnt the worse. His mother would sometimes lock him up inside a small coffin she kept (No one ever knew why) for up to days on end with only a small hole with a straw sticking through to breathe. As you can guess, Leos hatred and anger towards her slowly ate away at him until finally, she pulled the last straw.

 

Leo was 15 at the time. Having just gone through puberty, Leos hormones were raging and as well as that, to top it off he had just discovered the joys of masturbation. Obviously if Leos mother found out shed kill him so he did it at precise times such as when she was asleep or praying at the small altar downstairs. Halfway through his new pleasure though his mother came crashing in through the door. Screaming bloody murder she ran at Leo with the crucifix swearing to the Holy Father shed chop it off.

 

Jumping on top of Leo she swung the crucifix up before letting it come crashing down onto his erect penis. Leo let out a scream and groped for his mothers hand to stop any further beating that he knew was about to happen to him... he failed. Swinging the crucifix again she dashed it over his testicles splitting open the sack. Leo howled and in a last vain attempt to ditch himself of his mother he rolled himself and her to the side of the bed before throwing themselves onto the ground below.

 

Leos mother lay dazed. In the short fall she had hit her head against the bed post and was sitting in semi-unconsciousness. Leo used her temporary state to his advantage and grabbed the crucifix out of her wrinkly hands before battering her across the face with it. Taking all those oppressed years of creativity that he had been shunned away from he unleashed it on her. Crying through tears of joy Leo made a fine piece of artwork out of his mum. Shoving the crucifix up his mothers wizened pussy he let out a yell of excitement and twisted it violently sabotaging her insides.

 

His mother gurgled softly and blood began dribbling from her mouth. "You old hag¨ Spat Leo before he drove the crucifix home. Right into the bitches skull squashing her senile brain out onto the pasty wall behind.

 

There was an odd sort of calm after the kill almost happy yet melancholy in the same way. Leo purveyed his artwork so to speak. She wasnt his mother; he knew that now instead she was his first piece of artwork. A milestone for things to come. His first composition so to speak, but like any good musician Leo knew that he must create an album for this glorious piece of art to sit in.

 

The next day the teenage Leo packed his things and headed for the city. He knew he must continue his glorious art .It was there in that city however that he met the Producer.

 

More to come soon. Please leave feedback good or bad. Sorry its not great its jsut to show you Leos past and tell you a bit more about him.

Edited April 25, 2008 by galvanize

[Oxidizer]

Well, that certainly made me cross my legs.

 

I honestly can't see anything that needs to be improved that won't ditract from the style you've got yourself - which I really like. So just continue and correct things that feel like they need correcting to you.

 

Also kudos for Leo getting his first taste for blood at 15. Coincidentally, that's the same age my upcoming snuff-villain started.

[galvanize]

Thanks Oxidizer I did do a lot of research into this thing including watching a supposed video of it… not very nice but intriguing none the less. Thanks for feedback

 

 

 

The Producers past was a lot less how would say…f*cked up than Leos but still bad to be perfectly honest. Well to start with he was never always called the Producer, he was called Jake Mills. Born and raised in the city the beginning of his life was uneventful. Like most of the City residents his family were ridiculously poor and from a young age Jake was taught to value and respect money. To him it was the most important thing there was. Unfortunately though because of the poverty of jakes family he found it hard to get a good education and he left home at 17 with no qualifications what so ever.

 

Of course Jake tried to apply for colleges but sadly he wasn’t what they wanted. Poor and depressed Jake used the only talent he had…Sex. Delving into the porn industry Jake found it easy to get work (Mainly for his sizeable item) and before long he was one of the most famous faces in the underground scene. That was before he met Chet Bane, Smooth, slick and ruthless Chet exposed Jake to a side of the porn industry he had never seen before. Of course realistically speaking Jake was scared sh*tless. After a couple of drinks Chet had invited Jake to watch a shoot and at first he thought it was just going to be hardcore porn, but when he got there it was something else. Jake watched in horror and fascination as a masked man violated a hooker with a machete.

 

Of course afterwards a shocked Jake tried to leave but Chet managed to convince him that this sadistic enterprise was the best way to make money. Reluctantly Jake agreed to help out and the two of them began making and producing more and more snuff films. Jake was by now a very rich man. Being Chets right-hand man he had received most of there profits and he was living luxuriously (something he had never experienced before). Life was good. That was until Chet died.

 

Rumours had it that one of the girls they used was the daughter of a local gangster. Unknown to this fact Chet (He was the director of the pair) used her without regret. 3 weeks later he was found floating face down in a canal with 3 bullets in his back. By now Jake was devastated. The films he and Chet made were his sole source of income and it looked like there little organisation was soon to collapse. However luckily for Jake the contacts that Jake had made through Chet were still around and they still demanded there “Video entertainment”. Taking there small company in his grasp Jake took it to a whole new level and began producing and distributing large amounts of snuff films around the world. Jake who had been donned the Producer now because of his producing work was worldwide famous in the Snuff industry… and he loved it.

 

I might have a break for a bit but I hope you like

 

[Oxidizer]

I can see you've done your homework on the subject - it's certainly paying off.

I've seen a clip of an alleged one on YouTube and I'm glad to report that it was staged. Though I have watched a Crush video, which is basically animal snuff. Not exactly nice viewing but inspiring all the same.

 

I particuarly like how one of the victims was the daughter of a gangster. There's some exposition in the first chapter of AoM where I separate snuff networks from criminal organisations, yet having The Network still hold gangland principals.

 

It was nice (perhaps the wrong word) that you explored and showed us Jake "The Producer's" backstory - it's perfect for someone of his profession; i.e. the money/poverty aspect of it.

 

So yeah, very well done, and you deserve a break from your good work! Though I anticipate more.

[galvanize]

Ok im off my break now however updates won’t be so close together as before. Having finally got GTA IV (f*ck yeh) im spending a lot of time on that. As well as that I got SATS next week and a lot of social problems (girlfriend, mates etc) but nonetheless here you go.

 

Her name was Suki Maria, dark elegant and sexy she along with her business partner and lover Resin Marshall were the Producers second in commands. Armed only with there charm, the deadly pair were sent to clubs to lure unsuspecting victims back to the “Film shoot” (Often a room of a seedy motel or a disused warehouse). However sometimes not all victims were willing to participate. This was where a little foul play was involved. Suki the more dominant of the pair would often either drug the person or outright kidnap them whereas Resin would go for the more subtle approach of pressing his loaded revolver against there back threatening to blow there spine to splinters if they didn’t cooperate.

 

Consequently they got what they deserved. Unlike there usual work the pair had been called out for a more different of assignments. Since the argument in the café Leo had gone on an “artistic rampage”, painting the city with fear and dismay and the pair had been called out to quite simply put an end to him.

 

Leo’s rampage had obviously drawn a lot of attention to the police. Used to these killings the local law enforcement set out on a city wide manhunt to crackdown on the snuff industry consequently making the Producers work harder and harder by everyday. This was bad for business and if anything was bad for business it had to be dealt with.

 

“Find him and finish him” purred the Producer down the phone to Resin and Suki. “Already the police are questioning me about it and things are getting to hot for anymore filming to take place. Once he’s gone however and we’ve let the dust settle our films will continue as usual and hopefully we’ll be back to normal” “Got it” replied Resin lighting a cigarette between his parched lips. Cigarettes were Resins only vice…that and killing people of course but apart from that he was heading for heaven.

 

“Uh boss?” asked Suki butting in. “If I may ask…how much will we get paid for this job”. “If done correctly and within 24 hours then you’ll receive 20000…each”. Resin whistled and Suki hung up, a grin spreading across her face. “Let’s get to it” said Suki as the pair headed off towards Leos apartment.

 

Meanwhile on the other side of the city Leo stood in his small flat finishing his final piece of artwork. 16years old and with a virgins pussy Leo had enjoyed f*cking her, Of course he enjoyed the killing even more and he had to repeadetedly wipe his mouth with a disused tissue to remove the bubbling phlegm that had came because of his excitement.

“You were good” said Leo bluntly twisting his trademark knife in her stomach splitting it open like a sack of beans “But not the best”. Leo withdrew the knife and let her naked body slump to the floor. He would let the body lie here for a couple more days so he could enjoy f*cking it but he knew that when the maggots came (God the maggots. Leo reminisced about f*cking the body and realising maggots had hatched in her retched pussy… not very nice as you can tell) he must bury it. Getting up and making his way to the sink in his kitchen Leo washed his hands thinking about his last kill, a young boy. He had killed the mother in front of him and made a fine canvas out of her before he turned on him. His train of thought was interrupted however as his apartment door was kicked down. Leo turned shocked to see 2 people he had come to know quite well. Resin and Suki… and they were armed.

 

Sorry I know it’s not that great but I want to move the story along. Don’t worry there’s still gonna be quite a few chapters left though.

[Oxidizer]

Wow! This is very inspiring and I'm enjoying all of these new characters/operatives who are coming out of the woodwork.

 

I sure as hell hope there'll be more - and soon.

[Oxidizer]

Goddamnit! Why'd you have to get busted?! I was enjoying this!