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Accomplice Phone Sex Exists Because Men Need Women

accomplice phone sexI can be your accomplice phone sex partner. However, men can only be my accomplice or my victim. There’s no gray area. And there’s never been any gray area. I’m very clear up front with very clear reminders along the way. There’s never an excuse to be like I didn’t know you didn’t like that or I didn’t know I couldn’t talk to you like that. Bullshit. I believe it’s in a man’s nature to always try to fuck a woman and challenge them when they say no.

I don’t need men. However, men need me. Like most men Oliver found my mercenary ad on the dark net. Understood the code words and reached out to me on my burner cell. He wanted to fuck a young girl. And he didn’t want her to be willing, so he didn’t want to pay for this fantasy with a hooker.

He showed me a picture of the girl of his dark fantasies, and I found him a surrogate. Using a young girl who looks like the object of your affection for your rape phone sex fantasies keeps you out of prison. And me too. The key is to not be on the radar in the first place. If you know the girl that you fucked or murdered, at some point you’re on the investigators’ radar. A surrogate girl with whom no ties exist makes it safer for both of us.

Men Need Female Accomplices

And I found him a girl. Brought her to him. And he looked like he won the lottery. He couldn’t believe what a great job I did at finding a real lookalike to his dark dream come true. As the accomplice, I undressed the girl and drugged her so she wouldn’t put up a fight. Stupid girl took candy from a strange lady. I make my own lollipops that I lace with benzodiazepines. A few licks and a girl will pass out in my back seat.

She didn’t wake up until Oliver’s dick rammed her cunt. He rag doll fucked her. But she bled like a stuck pig. Virgin pussy. Some men love the mess because they know they took that cherry. And others like Oliver freak out a bit. So, I told him that the bright red blood came from a busted hymen. He never fucked a virgin before, obviously.

Women Never Need Men

Cute young girl. I could see why he wanted her. I wanted to kill her, but I drugged her so well she’s never going to be a reliable witness. But I did make sure she took a shower before I dropped her off in a park. Wash away that DNA. I even shoved a douche up her raw pussy to make sure all of his sperm left her cunt. He fucked her roughly. But that’s what he wanted. Once he got over the sight of blood, he enjoyed tightness of that cunt.

It starts this way. Men hire me just to fuck something young. But then they can’t shake how much they enjoyed it. So, they go searching on the dark net to find me again. And they usually up the game the second time around. Oliver will be back. And the next time he’ll want to combine making a snuff flick and a teen rape porn.

I am More of a Snuff Porn and Kill Kind of Girl

snuff pornSome people like to Netflix and chill; however, I’m more of a snuff porn and kill kind of girl. Unlike most women, I do not need to couple up. I’m a loner. And I don’t date. I don’t want to get married. I don’t want to have brats. And I certainly don’t want to hook up with some loser, watch some boring Netflix movie, and smash.

Perhaps you could say I’m not the typical woman. And I’m not everybody’s cup of tea. But if you don’t try to fuck me. And you don’t baby talk me, we might get along. But you must shut the fuck up when I tell you to, keep your hands to yourself, and be my accomplice. Because the only two roles a man can have in my life is that of my victim or that of my accomplice. So, choose wisely.

Peter chose wisely. We met on the net. He wanted to kill someone but didn’t have anyone in mind. Just a strong desire to unalive someone. We talked on and off for months on Motherless. Fucking site got shut down. But luckily, we exchanged personal phone numbers before that happened. It was more than just an extreme porn site. They had a chat system for all sorts of extreme topics. The only place not on the dark net where I could find accomplices and victims easily.

The World is Full of Useless Twats to Kill

I invited him over last night. Peter didn’t know it yet, but he would make his first snuff sex kill last night. I even picked out a woman for him. And he didn’t catfish me. He looked just like his picture. Luckily, he’s not some incel type loser. Just some angry fuck up who wants to take his rage out on a stupid cunt. And he knew that would never be me. I showed him a picture of a drunk coed who pissed me off a few weeks ago. And he thought she looked like good fuck material as well as good killing material.

He picked up the drunk coed at a bar I knew she’d be at. At the end of the night, I pretended to be the Uber he called for them. Then we took her to my kill shack where I prepared everything. Peter got a crash course on how to hunt for the perfect victim, how to trick the perfect victim, how to kill that victim and how to dispose of the body and fly under the radar of law enforcement. I make a good apprentice for anybody with snuff fantasies.

This felt like Peter’s time to shine. I kill several times a week and I have for a couple decades now. So, I wanted to see if he listened to advice over the months we’ve chatted. And apparently, he paid attention to everything I said. He fucked her. Fucked her raw too.

Men Can Be My Accomplices or My Victims, But That’s It

When he made her his ass rape porn star, I noticed he didn’t bother with lubrication. Why waist KY when you’re going to kill the bitch anyway. This girl is one of those stuck-up, self-entitled bitches. A total pick me kind of girl. Unnecessarily mean. And full of herself. Millions of girls like her exist. But we did our part just to get one more of those useless cunts off this earth.

Personally, I would have prolonged the kill. But I get it. My first kill went quickly too. But it was an impulse kill. And this was a premeditated sort of thing. But Peter got a taste for blood. And a taste for fucking useless twats. He followed all my rules. And believe it or not did not annoy me once. So, Peter got to live. And that means he can help me kill another useless twat very soon

Castration Phone Sex Feels Like a Warm Blanket to Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex serves as my warm blanket. It feels like comfort food. Maybe you could call it chicken soup for my soul. I find comfort in neutering pigs. Not actual pigs. I like animals more than people. So, I would never mutilate an animal. But a man is a different kind of animal that I have no problem neutering.

Perhaps I get the comfort from knowing that I’ve taken a predator or a loser off the streets making the world a better place for other women. Some women consider me a superhero of sorts. Although I do not necessarily like most women, I also cannot get behind the manosphere world.

When the manosphere gods, the Tate brothers, got arrested recently, I couldn’t help but laugh. Did you see what the fuck Andrew Tate wore. It felt like he was a model for that suburban woman catalog Chicos. The dark net went crazy because that’s where most incels can be found. Now some of those mansplaining idiots like Myron Gaines went off in support of the Tates, but most red pill Kool-Aid drinking asshats create their clatter on the dark net. Pussies.

Since I know how to navigate the dark web, I hunt for red pill idiots to castrate. Just makes me feel good. Plus, most of them proclaim to be celibate anyway. So, they do they need their junk. I take what they’re not using. Or at least what they claim they’re not using. Since I’m an excellent hacker, I traced the IP address of this one idiot with a huge bark on the darknet. He thinks women owe him something and if they won’t give it to him, he thinks that gives him the right to take it.

If Incels Think They Have a Right to My Body, Then I Have a Right to Their Balls

Well, I believe I have the right to take a man’s balls through extreme cock and ball torture sex who espouses that level of misogyny on the Internet. I catfished an incel. Made him think he was coming over to a fellow Bro’s house. But he found a Goth bitch wielding a huge knife instead. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Not what you expected, right?” I sprayed him in the face with my special pepper spray. It contains puffer fish toxin. It’s a neurotoxin that paralyzes instantly. Your victim feels pain. Your victim understands what’s happening. They just can’t fight.

I dragged him down my basement by the feet which battered him up a little bit coming down the stairs. But the real pain had not started yet. That happened once I put him in my castration chair. I separated his balls from his dick using a castration band. Then I got out a razor blade, and I shaved the skin off his testicles and his dick.

Your Body and Balls Belong to Me You Incel Losers

Little tiny scrapes that inflicted maximum pain. And I took my sweet fucking time doing it. But the best part was when I dumped an entire bottle of vodka over his exposed testicles and balls. The loser couldn’t scream. And he couldn’t move. But the tears in his eyes told me how much pain he felt. And that made me feel good.

Again, I just started. I took a meat cleaver and started chopping little slices of flesh off his dick like I was making charcuterie board using his dick as the sausage. I’m not completely cruel. I did leave a little bit of dick just so he could piss. But he’ll never aim down to piss again. He’ll piss straight out. Chopped his balls off too and fed them to my dog while he watched. While I tortured him with knife play phone sex, I read a long list of his grievances that explained why he deserved exactly what I did.

Honestly, a lot of the women he preys on I could give two shits about. But some of these losers trickle down into the Goth community and I protect my own. I take out an incel at least once or twice a week. But I’ll never get rid of them. New ones crop up daily. But at least I’m doing my part to make the world a better place.

Torture Phone Sex Season Begins When the Mean Girls Go Back to School

torture phone sexTorture phone sex is my specialty. And I’m good at it. I take sick pleasure in mutilating someone’s genitalia. Although I do admit that I mostly prefer to mutilate men’s junk, I use the torture to punish predators, tiny dick losers and assholes. If you can’t use your junk properly someone like me will revoke your privileges. However, sometimes I meet an insufferable cunt and decide it would be fun to mutilate her tits as well as her cunt.

Sometimes when I get in these moods to do very bad things to young women, I go to some trendy bar or college hangout. I find the most insufferable cunts of them all in college bars. Over the weekend, I had my pick of insufferable cunts. This college bar seemed packed with returning coeds and college boys. The university near me starts back in less than a week I believe. So, it felt like a good time to go hunting.

When College is In Session, I Enjoy Hunting Coeds

When it comes to hurting teen girls or co-eds, sometimes I torture them and then profit off them by selling them to a sex trafficker. However, I wanted to really brutalize this one mean coed before making her a snuff porn star. It didn’t matter that she was nasty to me for no reason. I can handle myself.

However, I watched her make some other girls literally cry. And for no reason. She fat shamed one girl. She called another girl ugly and then she purposely spilled a drink on another girl for standing literally too close to her in a crowded space.

So, when she turned around, I spiked her drink. And I waited for it to kick in. As the oldest person in the bar, I just acted like her handler and walked her right out of that bar and into the trunk of my car. This one I drove to my cabin in the woods. And when she woke up, she found herself spread-eagle, naked, and tied to a cold metal table.

I didn’t start slow with the torture sex either. I used a sander on her nipples and her clit. One of those industrial size machines that carpenters use to smooth out wood. And it took the flesh off her tits, clit and pussy. It even tore off her labia lips.

Torturing a Bitch’s Junk, Turns Me On

This felt like fun to me. For almost 24 hours, I tortured this mean coed. By the time I finished, I had sanded off most of the flesh on her body. That machine obliterated her girl parts. As well as pummeled her flesh from her body. I grabbed a bottle of bleach and poured it into her open flesh.

It’s always the meanest girls who cannot handle the pain. They can dish it out, but they can’t take it. I wanted to kill her. And I did but a little sooner than I intended. She couldn’t handle the pain of the bleach eating away at flesh and that bitch had a heart attack on my table.

If I knew she would be that weak, I would have just slit her wrist or her throat, let her bleed out and feed her to the animals. But because I poured bleach on her flesh, I could not feed her to the animals. If you cannot tell, I like animals better than people.

So, I did not want to poison bears and coyotes with bleach. But I did make a mental note to myself not to try that again. Undoubtedly it caused her a lot of pain. So much pain that the bitch stroked out on me. It just went too quickly for my taste. Not only do I want a death to be agonizing but I wanted to be prolonged too.

Castration Phone Sex Gives Me the Right to Revoke Your Man Card

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty for a reason. I am firm believer that your dick is a privilege not an entitlement. And since I do not think that men are entitled to dicks, I take them at my discretion. I castrate men for a variety of reasons. But the number one reason is trying to force yourself on me or another Goth girl. But I also castrate men with tiny dicks and big dick energy. I castrate men for being serial losers too. Honestly, you could look at me funny and I’ll take your balls.

Neutering men is what I do best. I’m not exactly pro woman. In fact, I hate most people. But I feel a certain need to protect women who cannot protect themselves. When I say I’m always carrying, I mean I’m always packing at least four or five knives strapped to my body for emergencies. You just never know anymore. Men spout off this your body, my choice, bullshit more, and I need to be prepared for the incel douchebags.

Sometimes those knives come in handy when I meet a complete loser who needs to be neutered. Without my knives, I could not effectively accomplish that procedure. Lou thought he was a smooth operator. But I saw him coming a mile away. He’s the kind of guy I love the most. So, cock and ball torture sex comes easily when I meet men like him. Self-entitled, rich douche bags with tiny dicks, who drug women, get free castration sex from me every time.

It Does Not Take Much for Me to Revoke Your Man Card

I watched Lou slip something into this Goth girl’s drink when she went to the restroom. So, I walked over to where he sat and accidentally on purpose tripped in front of him so I could slip something into his drink. Something I knew might be more potent than whatever he gave her. I apologized profusely for being accident prone and went back to the bar to drink my vermouth.

The drugs kicked in about an hour later. I got the bartender to help the young Goth girl. And I took care of the predator. I think the drugs worked so well that he didn’t even realize I was not the girl whose drink he drugged. Got him into my car and drove him to my place so I could remove his balls. I decided to go through his phone. Some little voice inside of me told me too. I found hundreds of pictures of passed out women naked that he came all over. The douche bag filmed himself with these women.

For a moment I thought about sending these pictures to the police, but then I decided not only to take his balls, but to take his life too. The only way for justice to prevail is to kill the serial predators. He woke up, strapped to my surgical table. I had a wood plank holding his dick up. My plan required him to be wide awake so he could both see and feel me take a hammer to the head of his dick.

I Have Castrated Men for Myriad Reasons

This guy didn’t deserve a clean surgical castration. Perhaps you could say in that moment I felt like a vigilante. I told him how we met, what I saw him do, and what his telephone revealed to me. Then I smashed the head of that cock so hard it spit out blood. His blood curdling screams aroused me. So, I pulverized his dick with a hammer. It flattened like a pancake. I took that hammer to his balls and busted each testicle. Although he kept passing out, I woke him back up. He needed to feel this.

Once I destroyed his cock in his balls, I slit his throat. I knew he could not live once I saw what he keeps on his phone. But I wanted him to feel immense pain before I killed him. Men having an unhealthy obsession with their dick and balls.

So, I wanted him to know he would never fuck again before I killed him. I wanted him to think that there might be a chance he would live and not become a snuff porn star. Most killers don’t go through the trouble of inflicting that level of pain before they murder their target. They just kill. I see no fun in that. But then I’m a different breed of killer.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Can Make You My Target Instead of My Accomplice

killer phone sexIt never ceases to amaze me how many men and women have killer phone sex fantasies. The problem is not everybody reads bios or blogs. And others are just dip shits who think that because they paid for a service, they can do whatever the fuck they want to me. Repeat with me. Venus is not your submissive fuck doll. I don’t possess a submissive bone in my body. Plus, I enjoy being cruel, especially cruel to assholes and dip shits.

When Oscar called me, he simply needed an accomplice. He wanted to work out some of his sexual frustration for his cock teasing neighbor girl who likes to jump on the trampoline in a little bikini during the summer. Seems innocent enough right. But in a skimpy little bikini, things slip and expose jailbait parts to perverted neighbors. Men cannot be expected to be behave under such circumstances. So, they call women like me for violent fantasy phone sex.

No harm in roleplaying your violent fantasies. As of now, nobody regulates our mind and our fantasies remain just that, fantasies. And folks never get arrested for a fantasy. But Oscar turned out to be a dip shit. He thought since he didn’t get to fuck the little girl next-door, he could fuck me. But I’m so dominant that I don’t even let losers phone fuck me.  Oscar did not realize he lived near me. Honestly, I’ve never talked to somebody in my city. Let alone somebody literally only six blocks away.

Be Careful Men, I Come for My Callers Too

So, Oscar got a surprise. He woke up from the dead of sleep to see the woman he called hours earlier, straddling his body holding a knife to his throat. He rubbed his eyes like this might be some bad dream. And I told him this is no dream. I came to exact revenge. And I told him this could have been prevented. In the moment I wanted to slit his throat. But I decided castration phone sex might be a better reminder that his actions come with consequences.

He told me on the phone, that if I didn’t let him force fuck me, he would demand a refund. Nobody blackmails me. And nobody tries to force fuck me either. Not my fault some of you are too stupid to remember how to breathe. But for Oscar, he got a lot more bang for his buck because I took his balls. I removed them with a very sharp knife. He bled everywhere. And I plopped them into a jar of formaldehyde with his name and offense against me on the label. My collection of severed testicles seems vast. But I have been collecting balls for decades.

Now I doubt I likely will never do a call with somebody who lives that close to me again. I’m still amazed that it happened. I’ve certainly thought about it with other callers many times before, but the distance prevented me from doing it. Perhaps some people, including law-enforcement, might find my measures extreme. However, men like that only escalate. Someone needs to neuter them before the bodies rack up. So why not me?

Knife Play Phone Sex Serves a Sadistic Bitch Well

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex serves me well. And I’m always armed with at least two knives on my body somewhere. I’ve kept them in my cleavage. And sometimes I strap them to my thighs. However, men never know the kind of heat I’m packing. I don’t need a gun. All I’ve ever needed were a few good knives.

And last night, I’m glad I went out armed. I’m always dangerous though. Because I’m the sort of woman who will kill you for looking at me wrong. Plus, I once killed a guy for calling me baby. In my defense, I gave him two warnings to stop with the silly baby talk. I’m an adult woman. And I’m a sadistic bitch. No baby talk. I did not feel in the mood for any man to mess with me last night. Perhaps that’s my perpetual state because I never want to men messing with me.

This guy met his snuff sex maker an hour after meeting me. He just gave me awful vibes. Like the kind of man who looks for any opportunity to take advantage of a woman. He picked the wrong girl. I never show weakness. As I walked out to my car, I decided to test him. I stumbled for my keys. And I acted drunk as I walked to my car. And sure enough, he followed me and tried to take advantage of the situation

My instincts seem right every time. Trust your gut ladies. It’s always right. When he attempted to push me into my car, I grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the gut. But I knew how to disable him but not kill him.

This Sadistic Bitch Never Leaves Home without Her Knives

No way I wanted him to die quickly. Normally, I kill men in controlled environments. But in that moment, I needed to make a quick decision. Luckily it started to rain. That would wash away the blood trail I left as I dragged him into the woods.

Although I do not like killing this way, sometimes a girl needs to do what she needs to do to survive. And that boy would never see another day after he tried to assault me. He could breathe, but he felt pain. I took out my other knife, strapped to the other thigh, and I cut off his clothes. The fear in his eyes felt intoxicating to me. And I told him that I prefer long torture sex sessions. That’s because I am a sadist. I get off on a man’s pain.

Because of the road nearby, I needed to work fast. I sliced his cock off, and I shoved it in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Now he just looked like all potatoes with no meat. But I took his testicles too. I planned on killing him. However, I wanted him to see me removing his cock and balls.

When I heard voices, I knew I needed to kill him quickly. So, I slit his throat. And I watched as he aspirated on his own blood. I killed him in a setting that did not feel controlled, but the rain would help wash away any DNA I may have left behind. Although impromptu, I think I cleaned the crime scene well. Mother nature always helps me out one way or another. It’s like the universe telling me I did good. No man preys on me and lives to tell the story the next day.

Snuff Sex is Underrated Fun for Women Like Me

snuff sexI think a lot of things are overrated but not snuff sex. In fact, I think that might be underrated. Nothing I enjoy more than fucking a deserving accomplice or victim. Or even fucking my victim right before I kill him. Some people call me a black widow. But that’s not the appropriate word. I don’t poison men or otherwise kill them for financial gain. I kill them because they deserve to die. Perhaps praying mantis makes more sense. Apparently, the female praying mantis bites the head off her lover during postcoital Bliss.

Now I don’t fuck victims often. If I find you completely annoying or a predator of goth girls, I just cock tease you to get you to my place. I don’t fuck you. Occasionally, though a woman hires me to kill some man who did her wrong. I take the job and I take the money. And I judge for myself if the person truly deserves to die.

This lady reached out to me on the darknet because she needed an accomplice phone sex partner. More like she needed a hired assassin. Ex-husband bleeding her dry. Blackmailing her for something that happened as a teen girl. She’s a high-powered criminal defense lawyer. And she fell in love with a con man. I did my research. Traced his IP address and all sorts of other things and found a long list of women scorned. He’s like that Tinder swindler.

Even a Sadistic Bitch Has Sexual Needs Too

He deserved to die. But what a fucking waste of a cock. And if you know me, you know, I don’t say that lightly. Sex does not drive me as much as vengeance and justice and pure rage does. So normally I don’t think about fucking a victim. I don’t need sex as often as the average person because snuff is my sex. Torture and murder arouse me. The dark things in this world that I enjoy satisfies me in ways sex cannot.

I broke into his place while my client fucked a coworker for an alibi. We only communicated once on the dark web. But after that, all communication went through burner cells or in person. Nothing to link her to me. I killed him. But I needed to stage it as a home invasion gone wrong to throw suspicion off this as a crime of passion. I’ve studied criminology and I understand crime scenes. Perhaps you could say I clean them up for a living because I never leave any trace of me.

But after I stabbed him, his cock sprung to life. Totally erect as he took his last breath. Looked to be the size of my forearm. So, I hopped on and took a ride. Used him like a suction cup dildo. The sounds of him asphyxiating on his own blood made my Goth cunt wet. Technically he died before I finished. But that cock stayed hard. Rigamortus maybe. Doubtful though since that usually occurs about an hour after death.

Sometimes a Dead Dick is a Terrible Thing to Waste

But I fucked up. Left my DNA on his dead dick. So, I needed to cut his cock and his balls off so I could clean my crime scene. And doing that would make it look like a personal kill. But his man scammed women for decades. So, I knew there would be ample suspects in his brutal death. Because of my mistake, I ended up giving this guy castration phone sex postmortem. And the CSI team would know that because of the lack of blood splatter.

Was not the murder I intended, but at the end of the day this sadistic Goth chick still has need. Just because I don’t do relationships doesn’t mean I don’t fuck. I gave half the money back to my client and explained what happened. Then I kind of spun it and left a few details out.

But I showed her my findings about all the women he swindled out of big bucks bankrupting several of them. Although I do not want an innocent woman behind bars, I know no evidence will ever leak them to this crime scene. I felt confident that although there might be a lot of suspects, the investigators wouldn’t be able to pin this murder on one of the many disgruntled women who would want this fucker dead.

I went home and fed his dick to my Rottweiler. She devoured it like one of those big turkey legs. Whatever it takes to dispose of the evidence. Even when I steer off path, no crime has yet to be linked to me for a reason. Because I’m good at what I do.

Blasphemy Phone Sex is One Big Fuck You to Christian Nationalists

blasphemy phone sex Blasphemy phone sex gained traction lately. Perhaps it’s because the Christian nationalists push their religious agenda on people who don’t believe as them. I’ve always been a fuck organized religion kind of girl. Christian nationalists tend to be the most perverted people in the world, but they hide behind the Bible.

When I got wind of a pastor sodomizing little ones, while at the same time denouncing homosexuality as the biggest sin, I needed to do something about him. How in the world does a victimless act become the greatest sin in the world? But this motherfucker leads one hell of a hypocritical life. He forces his worthless little dick into the little girls and boys who can’t consent.

Now don’t get me wrong. Honestly, I could give two fucks about those little brats he fucks. For me, it’s about the hypocrisy of it all. Denouncing homosexuality as this big sin, while simultaneously engaging in forced sex acts with little ones. He had to go. It took about a month of planning. I went back-and-forth and decided that before I killed him, he would enjoy anal torture sex. Well, I would enjoy it. Him not so much.

I caught him red-handed with his dick inside a little girl. She cried, but he showed her no mercy. But I caught most of it on film. So, I made him let the little girl go. And I read him a long list of his hypocrisies. Then I grabbed the biggest cross I could find and shoved it up his ass. Of course, I drugged him first. A needle in his neck rendered him helpless so I could strip him naked and tie him up properly.

Nothing More I Despise Than a Hypocrite

Tiny little dick for such a big man. So, I punched him in the balls a few times. Used them like boxing bags that hang from the ceiling. He started crying from the pain. So, I knew it hurt because the drugs had kicked in and numbed a lot of shit. At least for a few more minutes. I saved the anal torture for after the drugs wore off. Crammed that cross with no lubrication deep in his ass and fucked him with it. I shredded his asshole. Even joked that this must make him a faggot because something entered his ass.

But I also felt like he deserved castration phone sex too. The only way to protect the little brats in his congregation would be to neuter him. Like I said, I don’t necessarily care about those brats. It’s his hypocrisy that I took issue with. I do not like hypocrites. For the most part, I hate Christian nationalists because they are the biggest hypocrites around.

This loser pastor will not hurt any more brats. He won’t hurt anybody ever again. Although he saw my face, I did not worry about him calling the police. Because I made it clear to him that if he called the authorities, they would see this little video I made of him fucking that little girl in her ass. P men do not last in prison. Even he was smart enough to know that.

I left him without his balls and his ass shredded. Fuck organized religion. Fuck hypocrites. And fuck God. People do more evil in his name then they ever do in the name of Satan.

Snuff Porn on the 4th of July

snuff pornHe wanted to make the Fourth of July snuff porn. So, he hired me. We met in a chat room on the darknet. And you would be surprised about the things people plot there. This man does not live anywhere near me. But he paid for my travel. He wanted me to fly but that puts me on the radar. This man appears filthy rich. He married a stripper in Vegas 10 years ago and now understands what he made a huge mistake.

He found out she drugged him that night and manipulated him into marrying her. Turns out she has a boyfriend in Vegas and they’re just waiting for this old guy to die. Or maybe he thinks they plan to kill him. He’s super rich. It sounded to me like he best get to her before she gets to him. It would look more suspicious if he died because she stands to gain financially from his death. The only reason he would kill her would be for revenge because he never even took a life insurance policy out on her.

When you hire me as your killer phone sex bitch for hire, I need all the details so I can plot the murder. Since I’m skilled at hacking too, I got into her emails. This bitch encrypts her email which told me she wanted to hide something. She appeared to have a lot of potential enemies. She screws over wealthy men with honey traps. Looks like her little boyfriend back in Vegas doesn’t seem happy with her either. Perfect. A lot of suspects other than my client.

A Killer for Hire Takes Care of Everything to Keep You Safe

Took me a few days to plot her demise. I decided to go with overkill. That would give it a more personal touch. I did it while my client went out of town for business, giving him an airtight alibi. I disarmed the security system and broke into the house. But the bitch was not alone. The audacity of this gold digger. Soon as her husband leaves town she sneaks in a lover. Whore. Well, I guess I needed to kill two people.

I tossed around the idea of making it look like a home invasion gone wrong, but I decided to make it look more personal. So, I didn’t steal a single thing. But I did make it look like I broke into the place instead of walking right in the front door. Although I do like to play with my food, which means I like the torture sex to linger, I needed to execute them quickly. I also needed to make it look personal. So, I stabbed them to death. I sprayed puffer fish poison in their face to immobilize them. You must know what you’re looking for and it’s not standard to look for that in an autopsy.

The World Seems to Have Too Many Gold-Digging Whores

The corner would just think I caught them by surprise. And I doubt they would ever think that a 5’2 Goth girl could do this much damage. By the time I finished stabbing them, my guess they suffered at least 100 stabbed wounds each. It turned into a bloody fucking massacre. And so, I got something out of it more than money. I stabbed the girl’s cunt too. But I never leave any DNA. My client will try to call his wife a few times before panicking when she never responds. He will then call a neighbor to go check on her and the neighbor will find a bloody fucking mess.

The world needs fewer gold diggers. And I’m sorry that the guy became collateral damage, but when you lay with dogs you get fleas. This will be a high-profile murder. But I took all the necessary precautions to leave no DNA and a long list of suspects. But my client was in a different state in front of a lot of work associates when his gold-digging wife took her last breath. He will be a suspect, but if he plays it cool, it will all pass.

So, who do you want dead in your life? What kind of trouble can you and I get into?