I have this fucking bitch at my mercy now! I continued to smother my pussy on her fucking face. When her breathing would slow down I would get up and let her catch her breath while I fisted her tight fucking pussy. She was so dry. It had to hurt like hell. It was starting to make my hand raw. I spit a huge lump of saliva on her and fisted her again. Ah that was better. For me anyways. Her breathing was normal and I sat on her face again. Her cheeks were starting to turn blue and she closed her eyes. I was getting bored with her. So I needed to up the play. I got off of her and picked up my blade. I spit on her face to make her come around. I checked out her pussy. Oh it was so red, and stretched, and there was some drying blood leaking from her pussy to her asshole. Awesome! There were bruises all over her tits from where I was sucking and biting. And her face was full of dried sticky pussy juice. She finally let out a sigh and looked at me. “Why?” she asked, pleadingly.
“Because you fucked with me! You made up rumors about me to make yourself feel better. To get peoples’ eyes off of you. YOU were the one going around fucking other girls!! You’re the fucking dyke, bitch! Not me!” “I’m sorry. I’m so
sorry. We can start over. I’ll take the rumors back. Just please. Stop…” the fucking bitch pleaded! “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” I held my blade high and she started to cry hysterically. I swung and cut her nipple off. Then the other one. She was screaming in pain. I didn’t care. I swung again, and stabbed her numb pussy. I carved the word ‘dyke’ across her stomach. And then I slit her fucking throat. Then I took her fucking doll off her dresser. And pushed it up against her bloody face and gave her a good bye kiss! That was the last thing she saw. The little dolly covered in her blood! Then I walked away. Snobby bitches deserve nothing, So she was lucky I let her die with her doll!
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