Killer phone sex fantasies run deep with me. My fantasies, however, are not all fantasies. I am a skilled serial killer. The key to not being detected is not killing in your backyard; patience; killing with a varied M.O. and never killing on impulse. People come to me to do their dirty work. I charge a pretty penny for killing on your behalf, but it is a win win for us both. You line my pockets and you get rid of your problem without going to prison. It is not only men who hire me. This week a woman found me on the Dark Net. She was looking to have her husband killed in a brutal fashion. He was a no good cheating bastard. I knew exactly what to do with him. I set him up catfish style. He thought he was meeting a blonde goddess in a hotel room, but a goth chick with a nice big knife. He acted like he had the wrong room. I told him I was a friend of his wife’s. The look on his face was priceless. He looked like he saw a ghost. I threw my knife at his cheating crotch, penned him against the door like a squashed bug. He started bleeding rather profusely from the wound. I sat on the edge of the bed as he cried and bled, rubbing my pussy. I waited until he was looking pale as a ghost from blood loss. Before I finished him off, I sliced his cock off, shoved his cheating dick down his throat and choked him to death on his own dick. Teach him to cheat again. Oh wait. He is dead. He will never cheat again. I called up my client, told her the dick was dead and sent her some disturbing selfies as proof. I may not have sex with dead bodies, but I certainly have fun with them. I’m a sick bitch.
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