Dark fantasy phone sex is my specialty. You wouldn’t survive a day in my head. Even when I was a little girl, I knew I was different. Other students at school called me Wednesday Addams, but my brain was even darker than her doomsday shit. I have murderous intents, and no one is off limits. I ran into this bitch I went to high school with a few weeks ago. She was a privileged white bitch who ruled the school. She was the Queen bee of the mean girls. She made it her mission to make my life hell. When I ran into her at the mall, she was very pregnant. Like ready to pop pregnant. She recognized me. I was shocked that she approached me. She acted like we were old friends who had not seen each other in a decade. It was like nothing ever happened. I couldn’t tell if it was fake sincerity or selective memory. She was wearing designer clothes, sporting a huge wedding ring and looking freshly coiffed. I wanted to rip that devil’s spawn right from her belly with a big knife in the middle of the mall. I faked sincerity and waited until dark to mutilate her pregnant body. I followed her home, waited patiently until she went back out. She looked like she was going to a yoga class. She never made it home from class. I chloroformed the bitch, drove her car to my kill shack where I had an accomplice waiting. My friend is into snuff sex with pregnant whores. I didn’t charge him for this one. This one was personal. I masturbated as he fucked the spawn out of her stuck up cunt. First his cock, then a baseball bat with barbed wire. Her blood curdling screams and too late apologies made me wet. Before long, she was dead, bleeding out on the floor with her aborted devil’s spawn thrashing on the floor for its life. My friend came on its dying body then squashed it like a bug. Dead mommy and dead spawn are now in a barrel of lye disintegrating rapidly.
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