Knife play phone sex is popular with me. I love sharp objects because they serve many purposes in my life. I have quite the collection too. I think my knife collection would make Michael Myers envious. I have been fascinated with them since I was a little girl. I much prefer to be a knife wielding bitch than a gun toting whore. There is no skill in a gun fight. It is luck and if your victim has no gun, it’s an easy kill. A knife fight requires precision and is an equal fight, well in theory it is at least. I have honed my craft over the years thanks to annoying fucks, tiny dick losers and spoiled brats. I can chop a cock or balls off with one clear slice. I can stab to kill, paralyze or disfigure with one hand movement. If you live after I stab you, it is because I want you to live. I don’t miss my mark whether it be your balls, your throat or your heart. I did a little handiwork this weekend. I have a signature slice like a graffiti artist’s tag. I know it is recognized because cops and coroners have mentioned it in news stories.
With a few exceptions, I kill or castrate folks who deserve it, so the police rarely investigate. Most of the folks I castrate actually pay me to do it so they say nothing unless end up in ER with a nasty infection. I had a Catholic priest pay me recently to remove his balls so he will stop molesting little boys. Not really because he was remorseful and wants to curb his desires for young boys. More because he will not be able to hide from the law forever if he keeps getting busted by folks in his Parrish. Can only be moved around to churches for so long before the law finds you when you can’t keep your hands of little boy dick. Pretty sure the Diocese paid for his junk removal because priests have no money. As I cut off his dirty balls, I told him I would castrate all the priests in Boston for a flat fee. I was not at all surprised when a check from the Diocese of Boston sent me a very large check. Good think I have a lot of knives. I’m going to be a very busy girl the next few weeks. Don’t worry though, I can squeeze your worthless balls in too.