Knife play phone sex calls I never get enough of as a butcher girl. Perhaps, I am a sick bitch. No. I am a sick bitch. And I know it. So, does everyone around me. I am not a ray of sunshine. Never will be either. Yes, I have friends. But my circle is small. And I do not make friends the traditional way. Either I save a girl from a predator at a Goth bar, or a girl hires me to off her attacker, and we bond over it.
I have an eye for talent. When I meet a woman or a younger girl, I can tell if she has that sadistic streak in her. And I can tell if it is in there and she needs help realizing her true potential. A few weeks ago, a young girl who just turned 18, hired me to kill her abusive stepfather. She inherited a bunch of money her late father left her. And she used a portion of it to hire me.
She helped me kill him. And she got into the torture sex. She completely mutilated his cock and balls. Technically, she killed him. He died from the Colombian necktie she gave him. And since then, we have worked together a few more times. Natural talent. So, I decided to mentor her.
Killing is Fun, But it Becomes More Fun with a Protege
Last night, she assisted me in offing this Goth girl predator. He slides into Goth bars, drugs girls and attempts to take advantage of them. Way too many losers like that prey on Goth girls. But I do try to kill everyone of them. Although, I do kill my share of bitches, I never touch a fellow Goth girl. We have a code. So, if you hurt one of my Goth friends, I hurt you.
My new accomplice set the honey trap for him, and we got into his place. I followed behind them as she acted drugged. When the predator tossed her on his bed, she grabbed the light and hit him over the head. That enabled her to let me into the house.
And we worked in unison to tie him up and castrate him. But we made the cock and ball torture last. Castration phone sex revenge needs to be savored. Little cuts in his predator cock prolonged his agony after I severed his balls and stuffed them in his mouth. My protégé delivered the final blow when she cut his femoral artery. We left him bleeding on his bed. But before we left, we wrote Predator on his walls in his own blood.
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