> that feel when you will never ambush a patrol of finnish qts in the woods, centering your crosshair on a pale young womans alert face, having the power to end your life at your fingertips, slowly squeezing the trigger and watching her neck snap and blood spray into the snow, watching the panicked rushing as the qts run for cover, as your squad opens up on them, machine guns scything through their thighs and hips, tearing open their breasts, listening to their helpless screams of agony as they run for cover, utterly trapped, their soft yelps of surrender to death as your bullets take them one by one, the whine in their voices as they beg for mercy in a foreign tongue, frantically begging you not to kill them, crying for their families , and you close in on the massacre, finishing off the last survivors as they scrabble at the snow trying to crawl away, mounting one of them and taking her from behind, ripping her fatigues away and forcing yourself deep into her warm cunt, blood dripping through it from her wounds, fucking her violently as she bleeds out, forcing her face down into the snow so that she cant breathe, so that she experiences the pleasure of sex and the pain of death similtaneously in her final moments, as her friends sob in agony all around her.
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