Venus is my name. Bloody phone sex is my game. My favorite color is blood red. My fascination with blood goes back to my younger years when I saw an accident on my family’s farm. One of the workers fell off his tractor and it ran over his arm. My guess, I was knee high still. But my attraction to the site of blood was strong even then.
Now, I am a seasoned bloody pro. Rarely, do I kill some one quickly. I prefer long tortuous bloodletting. Call me a vampire of sorts. Although I do not drink blood in a glass or exsanguinate a body, I do enjoy bathing in warm blood. Witches believed that bathing in virgin blood extended their life tenfold. Do you know how hard it is to find a virgin nowadays?
Luckily, I am a taboo phone whore with no age limits and an unhealthy disdain for young girls. Stupid, young things make my life hell. So, I have zero issues with kidnapping any young girl. Last night, I snatched a young one for my blood ritual. Some illegal immigrant brat no one will report missing because no one knows the girl exists. She resided in a town a few counties away. Never hunt in your own backyard.
Bloody Fun
Those tender age girls bleed easily too. Her tiny body hung above me. I could smell her fear. Her cries and screams, I found arousing. I let her stew above me in fear to warm up that blood further. As I laid below her in an old steel bathtub, I masturbated to her fear. I used my large Damascus gut hook knife to spill her blood and guts all over me.
I should have prolonged her torture sex, but my need for her blood compelled me to kill her sooner than I would normally. As her virginal blood cascaded over my body, I came so hard. I felt her blood bring me more life. I laid there, enjoying her warm blood and entrails, until it was time to feed her carcass to my pack of hungry wolves that l share my land with. Those wolves are the best accomplices I could ever have in my life. They eat the evidence and keep all my deadly secrets.