John and I were snuggled on the couch watching American Horror Story Freakshow. We had just finished off his stupid worthless cunt of an ex girlfriend. He helped me eliminate my old school nemesis, so I owed him a kill. We get so horny when torturing and snuffing out worthless fuck pigs. John knows my affinity for knives, and as we watched my favorite TV show, he suggested we execute our next victims on a Wheel of Death like they have in American Horror Story. My cunt got wet. He told me I could make death by impalement and art form. He gets me. The thought of strapping some stupid cunt or useless bastard to the Wheel of Death while John spun them around and I threw my knive, excited the both of us.
We went to the mall and snatched up the first vacuous Barbie doll we spotted. The little teen twat had a mouth on her too, but John smacked her hard enough to knock her out. She woke up naked, on the Wheel of Death babbling some shit about her daddy and when he finds out yada yada yada. John told her we didn’t want or need her money. She was my Christmas present. I love that man. I sharpened my knives in front of her, while John burned her with cigarettes for fun. Her screams made my pussy twitch with excitement.
John started turning the wheel like he was a sadistic Vanna White and I began hurling knives. I didn’t do bad, until John started feeding me shots of Tequila. Then my aim started sucking. I hit the bitch in the femoral artery. Blood started spurting out her thigh. She was going to bleed out. I could have thrown a knife to hit her jugular vein, ending her life instantly. That would have been the humane thing to do. But neither John or I are exactly humane. Instead, we let the bitch bleed out and fucked in the pool of her blood. You ever see Hostel 2? The opening scene is wicked hot. A young girl is gutted above a hot woman who gets off as her blood pours over her body. That scene is spank material for folks like John and I. I guess some folks would think we were the freaks, getting off on blood and death. I bet if you are reading this, you get the darker desires that lurk in the minds of some. Some people don’t deserve to live. They contribute nothing to the world. And that’s why girls like me exist. That is why accomplices like the love of my life, John, exist. We aren’t afraid to get dirty. We aren’t afraid of a little blood. Or a ton of blood.
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