I grew up always torturing things. If it wasn’t the pets that we had it was all my neighbors pets they would always wonder what happen to them not knowing that their stupid little fucking pets were cut up in our basement while my parents were out of town. I would torture and beat them and then cut them up in little pieces and then feed them to my dog the only one that I would not torture. After awhile animals just were not doing it for me anymore. My mind is demented and I need something a little more twisted to do. As I was walking down the street to take one of my neighbors pets, I saw one of their little ones and I knew right then what I had wanted this whole time it was not pets, or any animals for that matter it was this little bitch standing in front of me. She looked delicious to me. My mouth was watering just thinking about the taste of her skin, well all of her body. I went home and planned it all out that I will be going into her window to get her later tonight while her parents are sleeping. She will be plenty for me to eat while my parents are gone.