Knife Play Phone Sex Because There is No Fun in a Kill with a Gun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I will say it until I am blue in the face that a knife is the best weapon. And I’m always strapped. Guns do not give me a thrill. Except for like school shooters, most mass murderers or serial killers don’t use guns. Serial killers enjoy the kill. And they enjoy the fear and prolonging the agony.

I want that thrill. Knives prolong the agony. And I love it. Last night I went hunting like I do most Friday nights. I strapped myself with six knives because you can never be too careful. Usually, I’m looking for men praying on Goth girls. I encountered another drunk coed. Self-entitled bitch. And I’m sure you know the type.

This girl came into a Goth bar by mistake. She didn’t belong. Nobody wanted her whiny little ass there anyway. She started cussing the bartender out because she couldn’t make her a pixie martini. The things that came out of that girl’s mouth made me certain that I had to kill her. She seemed perfect as a teen rape porn star, but I didn’t have a male accomplice with me to fuck the cunt. So, I just mutilated the bitch solo.

Perhaps somebody would miss this bitch. But I wouldn’t. I did face some challenges getting her out of the bar. Although I could’ve stabbed her right there in the bar, it appeared crowded enough that she would’ve just fallen to the ground and nobody would’ve known what happened. Plus, I don’t think anybody would’ve pissed on the cunt if she was on fire. Luckily, she was intoxicated enough to make her easy prey.

Some Cunts Just Need to Die

I just pretended to be an Uber driver. It’s so easy anymore. I even have a fake sign. Stupid cunt looked too drunk to even pay attention to who her Uber ride was to match it up with the app. I took her out to my fishing cabin in the woods. For years it served as my killing ground until I built an underground bunker, a dungeon of sorts under my house. But when somebody’s passed out, it’s a lot harder to get them down in my basement. She appeared to be a big girl. Not fat, but she was at least 5’9 5’10.

I had enough chloroform to knock her out for a little bit. And I dragged her body into the cabin, then strapped her down to this wooden sacrifice table I use. When she woke up, I read her a list of her crimes and told her the world does not need another self-entitled cunt. And I also mentioned she should feel lucky it’s just me and that I did not have a male accomplice. But honestly, I would’ve loved to watch you fuck the shit out of her. Choke her, fuck her to death, whatever you wanted to do with her would’ve been OK with me. I just had to put her out of our misery.

You Would Have Enjoyed Killing and Fucking This Bitch with Me

When the torture sex began, she screamed bloody. Even before my knife penetrated her flesh yet, she screamed. But when I did start to cut her body up, her screams became more blood curdling, which only made me want to kill her more. After a few hours, I had removed her worthless tits, sliced off her clit, stabbed her cunt, and cut out her tongue. And I even popped her eyeballs out of the socket just so I could piss in them.

Eventually, I started getting tired, so I just slit her throat and let her bleed out. I’ve turned my fishing cabinet into more of a butcher shop with a metal floor for easy cleanup. I just hosed off her remains and tossed her carcass out back for the bears and coyotes. They always act grateful for the food.

Nobody’s going to miss this bitch. My guess I just did the world a big favor. We have enough self-entitled cunts running around this world. She acted like a young Karen. And she needed to go. Plus, I needed to kill last night. So, I see last night as a win win situation

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