Killtober equals bloody phone sex. My Halloween rampage took off earlier this year. Just too many folks need put out of my misery. But I am an equal opportunity killer. Your gender, age, skin color, or size never matters to me. If you act like a tool or a bitch, and you cross my path, I will kill you. And without remorse either. I am sort of an equalizer.
I meet folks who need killed everywhere. And yesterday, I met Bob at the grocery store. Meet might not be the right word. More like encountered. He went off on some old lady cashier for going too slow. Who yells and degrades a grandma? If you cannot control your anger like that or enjoy picking unfair fights so you can win, that makes you a tool. And tools, I find expendable.
As I followed him out to his car, I watched him yell at more people who did nothing wrong but pass him by. I found a snuff porn victim at the grocery store. And I think that might be a first. For his deplorable actions, he lost his cock and his balls. He lost his life too. But I wanted to make him suffer. And I wanted him to know why. I am sure the act I caught at the grocery store was mild compared to what he has done in the past. Folks do not act like bullies just once.
So Many Folks Deserve to Die to Make This World Better
I ran a background check on the license plate of the car he drove off in and determined he did not have a wife. So, likely home alone. Perfect for me because I do not need his DNA in my car or home. But I leave no DNA because I am a smart killer. I caught him by surprise. The loser thought I snuck into his house to fuck him. But I let him think that so I could get his worthless dick out.
When we got to his bedroom, I overpowered him easily and tied him to his bed. The loser thought I just wanted to play kinky games. In a way, I did. I used an elastor on his balls which farmers use for castrating sheep. Once bound and gagged, I read him his rights and mutilated his body. I carved Bully in his chest with a very sharp knife and watched the blood pour out of him. Then I continued the torture sex with his cock. Carved loser on his useless pecker. More blood loss. But I prefer red to all other colors.
I sexually mutilated him before the final cut to the throat made him bleed out on his bed. Normally, I would take his body out of the house and feed it to the wildlife in the woods behind me, but he weighed too much. Dead weight literally. If anyone missed him or discovered his body, it looked like a woman scorned killed him. But they will never know I was the woman. No one ever knows it was me.
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