I am not like other females. It all started with my name. My mother a Wiccan who also was a sadistic whore, really didn’t want me.
She named me Morticia, as if our family wasn’t weird enough. She would beat me, cut me, fuck me and let her followers do the same.
I was young when I got my first period and I was a woman now. She held a gathering in honor of satin and sacrificed my virginity to him. I became pregnant and after a few months that demon did not survive. I was standing there looking in to the toilet at this tiny thing. I grabbed it and took it to the basement where I started to study it. It was still moving and I think breathing. I could see it’s little heart just beating away through its see through skin. I wanted to see if it felt pain just like me. I grabbed its little foot pulled it to the side and straight and I nailed its foot to the work table, it moved and wiggled but no sound came from the tiny demon. After I nailed its little body to the table I realized the thrill I had gotten from hurting this little thing.
I left it there for my mother to find it. Its life was in my hands. Maybe I could have done something to help it. But then again, I didn’t want it either. ever since then I have always been a lot different. I hate little ones, animals, women. But men are different. I like to abuse them, make them feel what I felt for all those years. I have never felt the same since then. Hold that lifeless body in m hands has changed me forever.. I now have this unstoppable need to hurt living things..
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Hello, I tried to call and you were busy. I love a nasty, cruel mistress.