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Snuff Phone Sex Never Bores Me

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex never bore me. And I think that’s because I enjoy being a sick bitch. The kind of bitch you don’t want to fuck over. And the kind of bitch you never try to dominate either. I make it very clear in my blocks in my profile that I’m not the kind of woman who Does traditional fuck calls. In fact, I almost never fuck a caller. My sexual gratification comes from torture and murder.

If I am castrating, you or snuffing you, you will never have a chance to fuck me. But then, even when I’m just your accomplice, you don’t have much of a prayer for that either. But let’s be clear here you serve only one of two roles with me. My victim or my accomplice. Although I have no problem with you, beating your worthless meat don’t expect me to give you head or let you anywhere near my pussy. Unless of course, I’m smothering you to death you see my pussy as a suffocation device.

Yet every damn day I need to kill my accomplice because he does not listen to my rules. Why is it that man have such an inability to retain information. Do they think this is just an act and that I don’t really mean it when I explain the rules of accomplice phone sex to them. Personally, I think men just think with their dicks, which is another argument for why they shouldn’t have them. I figure if you don’t listen to what I have to say you’re not gonna listen to any woman. So I might as well put you out of our misery early on.

Men Should Never Think with Their Cocks with Me

Richard found out that I meant business recently. He didn’t read the fine print of our agreement even though I verbally went over it on the phone with him. When we met, he told me the girl he wanted assistance and kidnapping and torturing. Seems like a simple gig. And it would’ve been a simple gig if Richard had not let his hormones get in the way. Suddenly, he decided he didn’t want to pay me the money and he wanted to fuck me instead. And when I told him absolutely not if he was the last man on earth, he tried to force himself on me. When were these idiots ever learn.

Once his cock made an appearance, so did the knife that I keep strapped to my inner thigh. Without missing a beat, I sliced his cock off with such force. It flew across the room and landed and the dog bowl. I gave my hound from hell a nice treat. Sure I could’ve taken his balls to the complete castration phone sex, but he’ll never fuck so I didn’t really see the purpose of taking his balls too. The man no longer has cock. And they’re not gonna find this dick in a field somewhere to reattach. My dog shit his cock out this morning.

You are My Accomplice or My Victim, But Never My Lover

Has rich late curled up in a ball in his own blood and vomit. I kicked him a few times to make it hurt even more. Then I spit on him. And I reminded him this was all his doing. I gave him clear cut rules for a partnership and he chose to One neglect those rules and two try to not pay me. Also he’s lucky he’s still breathing. And trust me, I thought about killing him because I’ve certainly killed men for less. But when it comes to castration and cock mutilation, I like them to live with the constant reminder That their stupidity has long lasting consequences.

So tell me, loser. Will you follow my instructions and agree to my rules while you lose your cock and maybe your balls too?

Bloody Phone Sex October is Almost Over, But I Plan to Still Kill

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex October is nearing its end. And that makes me sad. But I can continue my murderous spree anytime. It doesn’t need to be only in the month of October. I kill and torture any day of the year. However, in October, I just kill more. Plus, I kill more randomly. By that I mean, opportunity, not necessarily revenge or to make a statement.

Although I do prefer to kill with a purpose, I have been known to kill somebody out of convenience. And last night, the person who enraged me suddenly disappeared in the bar. And I looked for her. She must’ve sneaked out the back. Perhaps she knew I intended her harm. This little twat spilled a drink on me and made some snide comment. And I even acted on my best behavior, but the little bitch still had an attitude. She insisted I buy her another drink since she spilled her drink on me while walking through a crowded bar texting. Not my fault.

I decided she deserved a snuff sex death. However, when I lost her in the crowd, I took all my rage out on another girl. A cute coed. But now a dead coed. I don’t often partake in rage kills. By that I mean, I rarely kill somebody as a surrogate for the person I want to kill. But this one bitch filled me with so much rage that I selected a girl who looked like her. I drugged this girl. And when the drugs kicked in, I told her I saw somebody roofie her drink. So, I took her home to keep her safe. But no one feels safe with me.

Sometimes, We Must Kill a Surrogate for Our Rage

Once we entered my home, I started stabbing her and gutting her like a pig. She seemed half out of it from the drugs, so she did not fight me much. I made a bloody mess. But that does seem fitting for bloody October. She took a while to die. Even with her intestines on the floor and blood spurting everywhere, she continued to breathe. And I know I could’ve slit her throat and put her out of her misery because that’s a quick death. But it aroused me watching her fight. Although we both knew she could not stuff her insides back into her stomach and live, she still tried.

And then she took her last breath. I must’ve stabbed her over 100 times. But no doubt the wound that killed her resulted when I stabbed her belly button and sliced her up to her sternum. That’s when her entrails fell out of her body. I made a great snuff porn, but sadly, I never caught it on film. That’s because I did not plan this kill. But the death still felt satisfying. Because I pictured this surrogate dead girl as the bitch from the bar who spilled a drink on me.

I made lemonade from lemons last night. Perhaps I will see the girl I really wanted to kill again sometime. But next time I won’t need a surrogate because I’m going to kill that fucking cunt. But until I find her, perhaps you and I can carve up some bitch together. Like I said, I don’t care if it’s October or July, I can murder anytime.

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Lose Your Balls

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earns me a decent income. You might be surprised at how many men fantasize about me either castrating them or killing them with a big knife. And sometimes men even hire me to torture them. I meet them on the dark net, and they pay me to kill them. Although men like that appear rare. More men pay for torture than snuff.  I take their money either way. No returns. No regrets.

On Wednesday of last week, a man paid me to castrate him. Not kill him. Just take his balls to stop his urges for little girls. I mean, if he ever got arrested the court might order a chemical castration anyway. His addiction, according to him, becomes stronger every day and it’s becoming harder to deny his cock what it really wants. Can you relate to that? And I get it. Those little girls look hotter every day. I see schoolgirls who look like they might already be coeds. I see most of those little tramps as cock teasers anyway.

If you pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I plan to give it to you. Take your money and leave you with no testicles bleeding in your bedroom or wherever we do the castration. Hank wanted castrated in this seedy little no tell motel. I’ve done far worse things in that motel than castrate a man. So, I met Hank in room 207. I brought my knives and everything I would need to seal up the wound once I removed his balls. And I even brought a ball gag to stifle his screams. Not even the biggest pain slut can handle castration without a scream.

Some Men Hire Me to Snuff Them, But Most Hire Me to Castrate Them

I used a castration band first. That helps reduce the amount of blood. And he did not want to die. He just didn’t want to act on his urges for a tiny little tot. Not the first time I’ve removed a man’s junk because of his evil urges. At least a man who hires me for such things I consider self-aware.

Although the castration band helped stop the flow of blood, when I chopped his nut sack off, it still made a mess. But looking at those sheets in that no tell motel, I think worse things stained them than his blood. What a disgusting place. But it’s a place where you can literally get away with murder because nobody cares.

He got the castration phone sex he desired. But he bled a lot more than I expected. Lucky for him I brought a soldering pin to stop the flow of blood. However, it burned his pubic hair, creating an awful smell. But again, not the worst smell in that place.

I left him there. Not to die. But to rest because castration takes a lot out of you. No doubt he will feel sore for a couple months, but his evil urges will dissipate. He can think about doing bad things to little girls, but I neutered him, so he’ll never be able to act on those urges again. What about you? Do you feel like losing your balls today?

Mutilation Phone Sex is My Favorite Fall Activity

mutilation phone sexI enjoy mutilation phone sex. But that’s because I’m a sick bitch. Torture only arouses me. Torture can take a lot of different forms with me. Usually, I mutilate a man’s junk. Sever his balls and carve up his dick. But sometimes I torture a little bitch too. I consider myself pro woman. Not that I like all women or even most women. Sometimes men try to force fuck Goth women, and I never stand for that.

But last night, I had to mutilate a fucking whore. And she deserved it. I didn’t even plan on torturing or killing anybody last night even though it’s October and I do kill and mutilate a lot more people for shits and giggles.

 Apparently, I grabbed the last almond milk off the shelf at the grocery store. This woman reached into my cart, grabbed it and called me a stupid bitch. As much as I wanted to react and stab her right there in the Kroger aisle, I like my freedom.

I’m smart, scrappy and savvy. So, I did what I do best. I stalked the bitch. Followed her home hoping she lived alone. And she did not appear to have a family. So, I waited until all the lights went out. And I broke into her house and tortured her for hours. She deserved torture sex, female or not. Self-entitled bitches who do something like that to me don’t get away with it. I just let her think she got away with it. Who acts like such a royal cunt over fucking almond milk.

Although I am a Sadistic Bitch, I Expect Decent Public Behavior

She woke up as I hovered over her with a big knife. She started to scream and I punched her. Oops. I broke her nose. A broken nose, however, would be the least of her worries. She tried to fight me, but I strapped her down tighter to her bed. Used my knife to strip off her nightgown, exposing her naked body.

Too bad she had a banging body. But what a bitch. I cut off her tits. Stabbed her cunt. Sliced her nose open. I even stabbed her in one of her eyes. It’s taken me a while to learn that technique. It can be hard to stab just right so you don’t kill them instantly.

I made the bitch suffer for hours. But I knew the sun would come up soon, so I had to finish her off. I stabbed her in the cunt and pushed upward so that the knife would come through her belly button. And I pulled the knife out and a bunch of her insides spilled onto the bed.

But the real mess came when I just stabbed her right in the hole that I created in her belly button. And then I just went all the way to her sternum like I was cutting a fish. I gave her the snuff sex death she deserved. And I used a lot of overkill. If she acted like that with me a total stranger, I imagine there’s a long line of people who wanted this cunt dead.

The overkill makes it look personal. And it seemed personal to me. There’s no need for such awful public behavior. But it did feel good to kill and mutilate that cunt. The world doesn’t need any more assholes and bitches.

Snuff Movies are Hotter to Make Than Watch

snuff moviesOctober is the perfect time to make snuff movies and chill. Notice I didn’t say watch them but make them. Sure, I can watch a lot of hardcore snuff flicks, but I find it more fun to make snuff flicks. To capture that raw fear of your victim on film feels exhilarating. Until you’ve made your first kill, you never realize the way it makes you feel all powerful. I love that feeling. Although a lot of people might say I have no conscience, I argue just the opposite. I only kill people who deserve to die. Not my fault that is a lot of people.

I don’t want to get political because I’m not sure that politics has much to do with people being jackasses. But I do believe people feel emboldened to act like fools. And when they cross my path, they die. The buck stops here.

On a few occasions, somebody hired me to kill somebody for no reason. And the victim I ended up saving and killing the person who hired me instead. That doesn’t happen often. Usually, people hire me to kill a problem for them. And that problem might be a pervert or maybe a gold digger or extortionist or blackmailer or just a crazy bitch.

Charlie hired me for killer phone sex. He wanted to kill this little bitch from the neighborhood. And he made her sound like an evil bitch. But since I always stalk my prey and gather my own Intel before completing an assignment, I quickly learned that he only wanted her dead because she rejected him.

Although I am a Stone Cold Killer, I Have My Own Form of Moral Compass

And he’s about 40 years older than this girl. I can’t just kill a girl because she told you no. Grow a fucking pair of balls you pussy. I don’t condone incel behavior. As a woman I know we don’t owe you jack fucking shit. If we don’t want to go out with you or we don’t want to fuck you, find somebody who will. And don’t act like women exist for you.

Although I did kidnap the girl, she lived. And Charlie died. In my usual fashion, I let the girl help me kill the very man who wanted her dead. It’s an important lesson for everyone to learn, but sometimes you just need to kill a man like Charlie.

She did not hesitate after I showed her encrypted messages between him and me talking about wanting her dead. And her only crime seemed to be telling him she did not want to go out on a date. The girl told me she had just turned 18. So, I suspect he asked her out before that birthday, making it even more perverted, because this guy just turned 63. Never been married either. No surprise there.

I Love Turning a Victim into My Ingenue

Well, he will not make his 64th birthday.  I taught the girl who rejected him how to make a man suffer. And I gave her several knives so she could experiment with torture. And I witnessed the change in her face when she plunged a knife deep into his gut. Hearing his insides slush around like that, plus hearing his screams no doubt got her pussy wet.

The death of a predator or somebody who means you harm feels intoxicating. You get hooked. And you want more. After that first knife plunge, she upped the torture sex quota. She sliced his dick off. I’m not talking about castration. She removed the entire dick. Leaving him with a little bloody stump to pee from. And of course, his balls, which I assume seem even more worthless now.

I told you I have a conscience. Although I do love to kill and I kill every chance I get, I’m not just going to kill some bitch for no good reason. And I don’t consider being butt hurt over rejection a proper reason to kill a young girl. I’m sort of a vigilante. But I’m part mercenary too. I do kill for money all the time. But normally, I’m killing because of some form of self-preservation for my client.

This dude just seemed butt hurt because a girl way too young for him said no to him. And I can’t allow that level of misogynistic behavior to continue. So, we flipped the script, and the victim became my sadistic accomplice. I even helped her dispose of the body. I think I might have a new ingenue.

Necrophilia Phone Sex is the Best Kind of Fucking

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex seems the easiest way to fuck. Most men can’t follow my basic rules. And I find them simple rules. Shut the fuck up. I am not the kind of woman who wants baby talk or even pillow talk. And two, don’t try to dominate me. I’m not a bitch. I find men to be a disappointment to me and I’m not even talking about cock size. Horny men can’t follow instructions, so I find it easier to kill them and fuck them afterwards.

As a statistic bitch, and a highly trained killer, I do not have the same level of needs as your typical woman. One, I don’t need romance. In fact, I don’t want romance. I find it cringe worthy. Stupid baby talk, cuddling, hand holding what fucking purpose does of any of that serve. I don’t want a relationship, and I don’t need one either.

Two I don’t need a man to take care of me. I can take care of myself. And third, I’m not out there looking for a man who can elevate my status in life. This bitch does not need to be a gold digger because I make my own money. Between snuff phone sex and murder for hire, I earn good money. So, I do not need a man to flip my bills.

The Best Cock to Fuck is a Dead Dick

Vanilla girls ruin men. They make them think all girls want romance and financial security. So, even when I meet a man who I think might be a quality fuck he makes the mistake of treating me like he treats all women. Rory lost his life last night. Don’t feel sorry for the sap ass because he deserved what he got. He agreed to my rules. And he even told me that he found my rules for sex to be like a breath of fresh air. Fuck me and leave. The assignment seemed simple enough to me.

As I rode his big dick, he called me baby. And he tried to slap my ass. So, I gave him a warning. But he did not heed that warning. He did the same damn thing again; it seemed instinctual to him. Listen up men not all girls want romance. Not all women want a caveman to dominate them in the bedroom. I just wanted a dick to fuck. And it seems like such a simple request. Yet, I find it so hard to find. So, the way I saw it, I needed to kill him to get the sex that I wanted.

Shut The Fuck Up and Don’t Touch Me are My Rules for Fucking

Since I prepared for a worst-case scenario, I had a knife under the pillow. And I needed it too. I slit his throat. But I kept riding his dick. Something you may not know. The human cock stays hard for about 45 minutes after death. And in that time the cock feels harder than anything. So that makes a dead dick the perfect cock to fuck.

Now sometimes I know I’m going to kill a man while I fuck him, but I had high hopes for Rory because I met him on the dark net. We shared a love for evil things. But like most men the fucking ruined it. So, I rode his dead dick while his blood splattered all over my face and tits until I orgasmed.

And I dragged his body out to the woods to feed the wildlife. He will just be another missing man. No body no crime. Sex with dead bodies seems peaceful. Fucking a corpse enables me to enjoy the sexual pleasure of a hard cock without a guy‘s mind or mouth ruining it for me. But most men do not want to lose their lives from sexual pleasure. And I get that.

So, if you want to fuck me, but you don’t want to die and listen to me. Shut the fuck up. Keep your hands to yourself. And never try to dominate me. If you can follow those basic rules, you might be able to fuck me and live to tell about it.

Snuff Sex is Easier to Get Away with During Halloween

snuff sexSnuff sex occurs more during the Halloween season than any other time of the year. Personally, I feel like I become bolder during the Halloween season in my kills. This time of year, it’s not unusual to see a person dressed up in some sort of costume. And that makes it easier to stab somebody in broad daylight.

I never act that brazen because I want to fly under the radar like I have for so many years. But it means I can be sloppier and kidnap somebody or stab them in a crowd instead of my kill shack or dungeon. I’m lucky I have a couple different places where I can kill with lots of wildlife around to help me dispose of the body. I think that’s what makes me unique as a stone cold killer; I never leave a body to be found.

This college bar hosted an early Halloween costume party. As a Goth girl I don’t go to college bars. Well, I don’t go to college bars, unless I have murder on my mind. College girls I like to torture. And most of them have it coming because of their insipid behavior and self-entitled actions.

To blend in, I dressed up as Ghost Face the killer from the Scream movies. I needed to hide my face. Plus, with my face covered, people would believe I belonged in a college bar. The place looked packed and stupid cunts appeared everywhere.

Killing in Public Becomes Easier During Halloween Season

But who my first kill would be seemed easy. This twat, for no reason, tossed her drink on me and started calling me names. Perhaps she confused me for somebody else. But either way her behavior seemed appalling to me. But then all young girls’ behavior seems rather appalling to me nowadays.

So, the dumb bitch throws a drink on me. Start a fight with me. And then demand that I buy her a drink because she wasted hers. Bitch, please. I didn’t touch you. I didn’t touch your drink. That’s on you. But she wanted to keep on going at it. So, I suggested we take it outside.

And when that didn’t work, I decided to make a bloody phone sex scene. I took out my knife, and I stabbed her right in the stomach, pulling the knife up, essentially leaving a huge slit in her stomach for her entrails to fall out. And people saw it, but they seemed so drunk and in their own zone, they thought I staged a Halloween prank. And nobody came to help her.

They let her bleed out on the floor. And they cheered me on. It’s like I had 1000 accomplices shoved into one bar. Because of that, I did not need to immediately bolt. Still, nobody knew who I was. If I suddenly fled the scene that might draw suspicion, so I hung around. Drank a few stale beers. And watched people step over my victim as she laid dying on the floor.

Perhaps, I Can Teach You How to Kill Boldly and Get Away with It Too

I watched people congratulate her on a great Halloween prank. But the prank was on everybody in that bar because I killed a bitch in front of them all and they didn’t believe it. I told you college boys and girls live in their own world. As the night went on, the place became more crowded, and I think people forgot about the prank. They walked all over the dead girl.

But it made the news the next night. This college bar had no camera so that went well for me. All anybody could say if the police questioned them would be that somebody in a Scream costume did the deed. But they wouldn’t even know my gender. Or my race. So, I got away with it.

I’m highly skilled when it comes to murder. I can do it in private or in public and still get away with it. Since I knew it would be a snuff porn night, I used this old car with fake plates not registered to me that no one even knows I own because I keep it hidden. It’s my killmobile. But even if cameras caught me in the parking lot, they wouldn’t be able to see my face or find my car. I think of everything. And I can teach you how to kill boldly and avoid detection too.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Helps Expel Our Rage

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies can come true. But you need the right accomplice. And although I prefer to kill alone, I’m feeling generous this October. And I’ve done something new with my 31 kills of October. Tony needed my help. And he paid for my help too. So, I thought why not. I can profit off something I planned on doing anyway.

Tony seemed filled with rage. And I knew it might be a bit risky to collaborate with a powder keg like him. He seemed like Michael Douglas in that 80s movie Falling Down. I think he might have been just one person shy of a total meltdown. Like if he ordered a hotdog with ketchup and he got a hotdog with mustard instead, I think would kill over the mistake. But I made sure he knew that I would not hesitate to kill him too if he tried anything with me.

Tony did not know who he wanted to kill. No one person in mind. He just wanted to experience the thrill of murder. Plus, I think years of neglect from women exasperated his rage. But he needed me to reign in his terror. Without me, he might’ve killed an innocent woman just to get out his frustrations. And I understand being outraged and sexually frustrated. I’ve been a killing machine since my teen years.

But if you want to avoid prison, you need self-control. That’s how people get caught. They kill in a frenzy and leave DNA behind. Hence why men like Tony and you need a seasoned accomplice phone sex partner.

Sometimes, It Feels Cathartic to Take Your Rage Out on a Bitch

I decided to teach Tony, how to kill undetected. And he seemed eager to learn. We picked this girl who threw a drink on him last week when he asked her to dance. I mean, I found that a hardcore response. And this might seem odd coming from me, but I would never waste a perfectly good drink on a guy just because he asked me out. A simple no would have sufficed.

We focused on her. He wanted revenge. Since this girl already rejected Tony once, I lured her away. But I had to use chloroform halfway to meet Tony. She started to realize I meant her harm. I wanted to torture the bitch. Make her pain last.

But as soon as I got her into the kill shack, where Tony waited for us, he grabbed one of my knives and started stabbing her frantically. Blood splattered everywhere. And I wanted to participate, but at this point, I just sat back and let him take out his rage on her. Clearly, he had a lot more pent-up rage than I ever could’ve imagined. Seriously, he went wild animal on this bitch. Turned my kill shack into a bloody shack. However, since it is Halloween month, I decided to leave some of the blood there.

Men Need Me as Their Accomplice to Keep Them Safe

Although not a satisfying kill for me, he needed to get out his rage. But I made sure not to leave any of my DNA there. One of the reasons I held back. That kind of frenzied kill feels good, but it leads to a lot of mistakes too. He wouldn’t need to worry about DNA not in my kill shack that nobody even knows exist.

No body no proof. I fed her carcass to the wild animals out back. And I cleaned up the floors. He enjoyed the kill. It felt cathartic to him to expel that kind of rage. To make a snuff porn with a girl who wronged him. Did I mention he fucked her dead body too? Hey, if you enjoy necrophilia, I don’t judge.

When he paid me, he joked that I seemed cheaper than years of therapy. And that’s true. Sometimes you just need to get your rage out. And when you do, I can help keep you protected.

Killer Phone Sex in Time for Killtober to Kick Off

killer phone sexKiller phone sex October started yesterday. I consider this my favorite time of the year. October to me means murder and horror movies. I really embrace Halloween. In fact, I start early. And I’m off to a good start. I saw this hot teen slut hustling guys at the mall. You see it all the time. Cute young girls who know that they can use their tight teen bodies to get what they want, especially from perverted, older white men. They drink their Kool-Aid.

And often time I do murder men. For the most part, most of you I find useless. And the only way you can amuse me is when I’m torturing you. But this time on the first day of killtober, I selected a hot teenage slut. A future gold digger. Maybe even a future porn star. She had men eating out of her hand. And I don’t look at her as competition. She can have all the dirty old white men she wants. My sexual pleasure comes from torture sex and murder. I literally get off on being a sadistic bitch.

October Turns into Killtober for a Murderous Bitch Like Me

And I got off killing this little tramp. I played to her vanity and told her I was a scout for horror movies. I’ve been using that line for a decade and girls fall for it every time. And it’s not because I look trustworthy. I scream stranger danger. But stupid girls always trust women. And they always want to believe that I really want to make them a star. This time I had the foresight to text a man that pays me good money to fuck a girl just like this before I kill her. So, I saw a way to profit from her death. He could fuck her and then I could kill her, and we both win.

We met at my kill shack like we do every October. He enjoys force fucking a virgin young girl, and I enjoy killing her, and mutilating her body after he’s done. But I told him I couldn’t promise this girl would be a virgin. I watched her in action. She didn’t act like a virgin. However, the surprise was on me. She bled like a stuck pig when he put his dick in her pussy and broke her hymen. She screamed bloody murder, but that’s a sound that makes me wet because it’s the sound of fear and pain.

Sometimes, I Like a Man to Fuck a Little Slut Before I Execute Her

I had no problem letting him make a teen rape porn with this girl before I carved her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He fucked her unconscious. He might’ve had his hands on her throat as he buried his alpha cock inside her little bitch cunt. And I loved seeing his dick covered in blood. After he came inside the unconscious slut, I woke her up with my knife. I carved a pentagram on her chest. I sliced her nipples off, and I even cut her clit off too. And I stabbed her ass and pussy for more blood.

Eventually, she died from blood loss, and I fed her to the wild animals outback of my kill shack. But I made a bloody mess. But October brings bloody sex fun, and I plan to kill a lot more people because the month just begun. So, my question to you. Do you want to be my accomplice or my victim?

Knife Play Phone Sex for the Win Every Time

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I find knives more versatile and painful than any other instrument used to kill people. A gun requires no skill, other than the ability to aim, point and shoot. And usually, the death occurs instantaneously. But when you use a knife to kill someone, you can prolong their agony. I’m not out here euthanizing people so I don’t need to be humane. I am murdering people, so I want it to hurt.

Perhaps you could call me a sadistic bitch. I do take pleasure in other people‘s pain. But honestly last night I just wanted to have a cocktail and go home and watch a movie. I did not have mayhem on the mind. But it usually finds me no matter what I’m doing or where I’m at.

And last night this preppy looking guy came into a Goth bar looking for an easy mark. For some reason, he thought Goth babes would fuck him easier. Stupid fucker. We all want the same thing. Or maybe I don’t want the same thing. But I don’t go to a bar looking for a big dick to fuck. I go to get out of the house and get a drink and be left the fuck alone. Men, you need to get over this no means yes mentality. Because no means no fucking way dude. I don’t want you even touching me let alone fucking me you loser.

Free Ball Removal for Men Who Think No Means Yes

But Keith kept insisting that I meant yes. He just thought I would eventually cave, but I never caved. However, I let him think he broke me down to the point where I wanted to fuck him. At best he might receive free castration phone sex. I had to bring him back to my place though. My place provides me with a certain amount of anonymity. I know that I have no security cameras. Plus, I have all my torture devices at my crib too.

Once at my place, I drugged him. I roofied his nightcap. And when he woke up, he found himself tied to my castration chair. It’s just an old death row chair with a plank in the middle to separate the cock from the balls easily. A lot of men lose their ability to procreate because of me. And I take pride in that. We have enough stupid motherfuckers in this world with most of them running the fucking country. So, nobody will miss this loser.

I’m Skilled in Cock And Ball Torture

I know how to inflict pain. And I know how to remove your cock and balls. I take great pride in neutering men who need to be neutered. Keith needed to be neutered. When he woke up, he found his cock and balls separated by a wood plank. I pulled his balls through the hole and slipped on the castration band. Those things are ingenious because they castrate you in 10 minutes or less. A chemical castration. It kills the swimmers. I removed the balls with a jagged little knife to make it hurt.

Keith woke up and started saying dumbass shit. He’s lucky he didn’t lose his life along with his balls. Because I could’ve killed him easily. And I would’ve been justified too. But I settled on cock and ball torture sex. I got out a knife with a rusty serrated blade. It’s my favorite knife to neuter worthless men like Keith with. I slowly ran the blade over that thin piece of skin between the ass and the balls. And eventually his balls came off. The castration band made it less bloody though. I also made little knicks and cuts to his junk.

I made sure he was awake to experience the pain of ball removal. And then I drugged him again just so that I could get him into the trunk of my car and dump him someplace. The drugs will confuse maybe even erase his mind. I dumped him in an alley behind a bar. He’s not my problem anymore. I took care of what needs to be taken care of. He will never get sexually aggressive with a woman again because I neutered him.