Mutilation Phone Sex is just another variable of my sadistic pleasure. In my world humans are nothing but mere things. These human things are something I like to do trials on. Maybe I should have become a surgeon, after all cutting up bodies is exciting.
Last night I went hunting. When I have a bad day of annoyances I have to go hunting. And my kind of hunting is going to the strip clubs in search of losers. Not all are the scum of the earth losers. In fact I have found a good accomplice or two in the circuit of strip clubs.
However last night this drooling sack of shit screamed at me to mutilate him. I lured him out back. He was disgusting and when he went to get close to me with his putrid breath I wanted to vomit. Then my hand just had a reflex. The knife shot out and into his filthy ball sack.
As he tried to scream I shoved a pair of the strippers’ panties in his mouth and told him that’s the last pussy he will taste. Then I stomped on his flacid cock with my heels. Finalizing him with a stab in the chest. I left him to bleed out and let the strays and vermin have their way.