Snuff sex? Hell, yes with me. I tell guys all the time I have no limits, yet stupid losers always misinterpret that to mean I will be their bitch or at the least their lover. I am not your typical woman. I do not send off warm fuzzy vibes. I am not looking for a boyfriend. We can hunt and kill together, but that does not bond me to you in any way, especially not a sexual way. I have very little to do with men. You guys are a bunch of drama. Take Peter, for example. Hired me to help him kidnap a girl that resembled his daughter. His own girl has been cock teasing him for a few years now. He wanted to kill her, but if you hire me for a snuff porn, I keep you out of prison. And that meant not drawing undue suspicion his way. Anytime some one dies or goes missing, they look at the family first. I was sure his computer was full of brat porn and maybe even communications with other assassins for hire like me. He is driven by hormones and that always means a not so well-planned murder.
After we kidnapped the lookalike daughter and brought her to my kill shack, he got a sense of bravado he had not earned. I did all the planning. I took all the risks. He fucked this little surrogate whore in every hole she has. He tore her to shreds. Where he fucked up was thinking he could fuck me afterwards. I do not mix business with pleasure. If you hire me to kill for you there will be no fucking me. It is non-negotiable. Full of misguided confidence, he tried to fuck me. Now, there are two dead bodies getting devoured by the wild behind my kill shack. I got the money he owed me before I killed him. I am a smart taboo phone sex bitch. Let this be a cautionary tale men. I do not mix business with pleasure, and I am never any man’s bitch.