Knife play phone sex earned me the nickname, The Wicked Butcher. And I like that name. So, it is my handle on the dark net. Men or women who hire me for some nefarious act, only know me as The Wicked Butcher. Mostly men hire me to help them kill. But occasionally, a woman seeking revenge hires me.
Last night, I worked with a scorned wife. Her husband left her for a barely legal receptionist. And not only did he leave her, but he also wants to cut her off financially and take custody of their son too. To say she is pissed off would be a huge understatement. Her reaction to her husband’s actions seemed reasonable. I would be out for blood too.
I wanted to torture the loser. Castrate him and make him a snuff porn star. However, to protect my client, we needed to make this look like a robbery gone wrong. Otherwise, all suspicion would be on my client. The gaslit and scorned wife would be the only suspect in her husband’s murder. The police would not look for other suspects. She needed an alibi and a crime that looked random, not personal.
Some Kills Seem More Satisfying Than Others
Let me tell you how hard it is for me to do a quick kill. I savor the torture and my victim’s pain. But the money she paid me to kill her husband trumped my desire to prolong his misery. While she went to the movies with her son, I followed her husband and stabbed him. As a sadistic bitch, I know just where to cut so my victim bleeds out.
It took all my willpower to not gut him like a pig. But if I gutted him like a pig, spilling his entrails, the kill would look personal to the cops. So, he got one stab in his femoral artery and another in his gut. And I waited for him to die. While he bled out, I whispered in his ear, “Your wife sends her regards.” Once he collapsed dead on the grown, I took his watch and wallet as trophies for my client. Maybe not the most satisfying kill ever, but I did have a bloody phone sex good time.
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