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He Craved My Torturous Ways

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He was a creep. The creepy neighbor that lived in an overgrown yard that cloaked the shabby shack of his dwelling place. He kind of stirred my interest as a serial killer type. But one day he was the prey that ventured into my den. He needed to use the phone, and I had no fear of him, he was my neighbor and the better type to be neighborly with. I hate normal boring fucks. So I was intrigued and he has entered my Snuff sex den of no return. I let him in and asked him what his story was. He was shy and only grunted a little about needing to check in with his parole officer. I blocked him from the phone and asked him again. What is your story? You live like a bum and have a dirty demeanor about you. Do you torture live things? He got hard. I laughed at him as I took my boot knife out and ran the blade from his neck down the front of his filthy white t-shirt. So it’s torture sex then. I asked what his parole was for. Are you a p type? Are you a fucking perverted violator of little cunts and assholes? He got nervous and I saw a spot in the front of his trousers. Oh, look at you. Mr. Creeper is going to jizz in his pants. I moved the knife to the spot and poked at it with the point. I like torturing imbeciles and you are the perfect kind. No one will miss you! As I slit his trousers open and drew blood from his erect cock. I slid the knife down below his balls and told him I was going to fuck the sin out of him with my sadistic phone sex. I mounted his filthy warm corpse and rode that dick. I thrive off of blood and semen in my vagina and I was getting just what I needed as  started stabbing him in the heart.

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