Slaughtering a tight young doll is what I awoke with a desire for today. Sinday and Accomplice phone sex goes wonderful with the smell of fear, piss and blood, and all this from a sweet innocence that had a honey like aroma with a whiff of jasmine to her. The sweetest of the innocent is what makes me feel so much more evil.
The likeness of your craving feeds my sadistic urges. These are urges that I was born into. Like being born in blood I was born into a darkness that only few have known.
My mere existence was won by some little twinkle in my eye. I was tortured, violated and made into a punching bag the first years. Then, I fought back. My bruised destroyed cunt was getting wet from that pain and wetter from watching the assault of a new sacrifice.
I survived the sacrifice in the Cult and this made me stronger. It was that moment when they tried to ruin me when my first moon came that sealed my fate of being kept alive. Keeping me alive was offering Satan another whore to do his filth work. It’s the darkest sublime grime that I pulled my swollen violated and beat body through and came like banshee in heat.
This is my power. Destroying little things full of innocence and uselessness that excite me most. A whack on the head, a slice of the blade and the cunt punch of a bat is the charms of your throbbing dick. Making the mother of the slutbag to be watch her cunt dropping become ground flesh is truly stupendously wonderful.
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You have a real way with words, you sadistic little slut.