I like to celebrate slick little things in twisted fucking ways. The girl I had been dragging up the mountain with me was no exception. She was young, and terrified. But, the little slut had learned early on that if she wanted to live, she needed to climb. I had her food, her water, her shelter. Little did she know, she was just carrying my supplies up for the way back down.
My cunt was soaked under my snow gear. To commemorate the first cresting of Mount Everest back in 1953 on May 29th, I was scaling icy slopes with a sweet lamb for sacrifice coming along for the ride. If you know me, you know I’m a snuff slut who’s as real as they cum, I mean come. So, to celebrate E. Hillary from New Zealand and T. Norgay of Nepal cresting the highest point humanly possible to manually obtain, I plan to skin this girl alive, in the freezing cold.
I’m going to bleed this little bitch out with a vibrator on her clit, and leave her just the way she is for the next adventurer to find. I’m going to torture this little bitch sadistically slow. Butcher her, piece by piece, and create an erotic scene that no one will ever be able to recover. They’ll never be able to get a crime unit up here. And this filthy whore, who’d dared to make eyes at my boyfriend, would mark this spot for me and my twisted true crime fantasies forever. She would bleed for me.
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