Knife play phone sex takes skill. Why shoot your victim when you can carve them up with your knife. A knife not only takes skill to use, but it also serves as a versatile weapon. I use my knife to stab victims. But I can torture with a knife. Most guns kill quickly. Bleeding out or being dissected like a frog causes optimal pain. And that most often is my goal.
Charlie loves pain. He hired me to castrate him. Although he recognized that his cock appeared worthless to most women, he lacked the courage to castrate himself. But Charlie tried to renege on our arrangement. And when I said I do not offer refunds for losers with cold feet, he tried to fight me. And he lost the fight. However, I would say my knife won that battle. One jab to the side rendered him less feisty, LOL.
I knew where to stab him to disable him but not kill him. Oh, he would be a snuff sex victim, but I wanted to prolong his pain and suffering. Those two things combined equal an aphrodisiac for me. Suddenly, he looked like a shadow of himself. What did he expect? He hired me to take his junk, then he tried to fight me over money. Do I look like the kind of woman who takes that kind of shit? No, I do not would be the only answer to that question.
My Knife is My Best Friend and I Love to Use My Friends
Charlie might be bear shit right now, but it took him 23 hours to die. I set the timer so I would know how long I prolonged his death. I cut his cock off first. His balls too. I mean he did pay me for a service. Although he paid for the castration, the torture sex I gave him for free. He deserved it. I dissected him like a frog in biology class. Even took out his organ meat. High protein food.
Charlies’ death needs to serve as a reminder to everyone not to renege on an agreement or fight me. You will not win. In fact, you will die.