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Knife Play Phone Sex is What a Sadistic Bitch Wants More of in 2026

knife play phone sexLet’s ring in a new year with some knife play phone sex. I want to make this year more murderous. The world seems too full of idiots. I mean some people seem so stupid I wonder if they even remember to breathe. My knife kills stupid people, but it kills assholes too. And some of these stupid people seem to be both stupid and assholes.

New Year’s Eve seemed full of stupid people and assholes. But I couldn’t kill them all. So, I just assess who might be the biggest asshole in the room. And that honor went to Ben from Nebraska. In town for the holidays. Poor Ben. He never made it back to Nebraska. In a couple days he’ll be bear shit.

I went to my local Goth bar to ring in the new year with an adult cocktail. But I went there for a reason, and it wasn’t to be social. I wanted to hunt. I never kill my fellow Goth people. But in a Goth bar, on any given night, people come to start shit. Some people who should be starring in a snuff sex film, not walking around in my bar.

Ben came into our Goth bar and started insulting all the women. And then he took it further when women rejected him. Apparently, women like us who don’t want to marry and push out a bunch of brats are killing America. I tried to explain to him that just because we don’t want to birth brats with an asshole like him does not mean we don’t want families. Caveman thinking will kill this country.

I Plan on More Sadistic Kills in 2026

His archaic thinking that women owe men and that we exist just for men to breed needed checked. I can’t let men walk around with such stupid thoughts in their head. And I could not risk him breeding some weak woman and turning her into a “trad wife.”

Perhaps I earned an Academy award nomination with my performance. I suddenly acted like a woman who wanted to breed Ben some little brats. So, I brought him home and I stabbed him to death. But I tortured him first. I carved up his cock better than a Christmas ham.

And I made the torture last. Little cuts all over his body. As I cut his flesh, I poured alcohol into his wounds to make it hurt even more. I subjected him to a lot of torture sex. And I even castrated him for shits and giggles. Normally, I don’t castrate a man who I plan to murder. What’s the point? His junk will not work in the afterlife anyway. But I wanted him to feel the pain and understand that he would never impregnate a woman again.

I’m a sadistic bitch. This I know. I embrace my inner bitch. But I couldn’t let Ben continue to walk around with his archaic thinking, insulting women, and maybe even forcing himself on women. We don’t need more caveman in this world. So, I just took out the garbage on New Year’s Eve. And I will be taking out the garbage every single day of this year. So, you just better not piss me off because murder is on my mind.

Snuff Phone Sex School is in Session for the New Year

snuff phone sexA snuff phone sex new year is what we all need, right? No better way to say goodbye to an awful year than making some New Year’s resolutions like killing more. Or acting on your violent impulses finally. We all know I don’t hold back.

Whenever the urge to murder comes over me, I seize the opportunity. But I also know individuals like you never thought of yourselves as violent. And I’ve always leaned into my violent tendencies. The same way Dexter embraced his dark passenger. I did too.

But if somebody hires me to help them kill someone, I feel the need to share my infinite wisdom with them so that they can kill without me. Although I enjoy the money men pay me to help them kill some bitch, I know that when they get a taste for murder, they want to do it again.

Once you get away with murder once you want to get away with murder twice and so on. Each time invigorates you more. So once the initial panic and fear of being arrested dissipates, you find yourself hunting for your next victim.

Killer School is In Session

Starting off with accomplice phone sex gives you a taste for murder. But it also teaches you how to get away with murder because I’m a good killer. Some people excel at math or science. But I excel at murder and torture. And I can teach you my world of wisdom.

Although I am a loner and I don’t let too many people into my world, I do take on a few apprentices each year. And I plan to take on more this year cause I’m mortal. I can’t kill all the bitches and assholes solo. I need murderous bitches and bastards out there doing good work for me.

So, one of my resolutions involves starting a kill school. I got the idea from an episode of Criminal Minds. One man has an entire network of serial killers operating all over the world. I would love to turn more people into my killer phone sex disciples. Rid the world more worthless humans. So, this new year killer school will be in session. I will teach anybody how to get away with murder if they want to learn.

Bloody Phone Sex Christmas is Here

bloody phone sexFor me, it’s not Christmas without some bloody phone sex. I like to put the red in Christmas. One of my favorite things to do this time of year is murder folks who do not understand the spirit of Christmas. And nowadays, I encounter scrooges left and right. Mother nature blessed us with white fluffy snow. And I find it erotic when I can go 80s slasher on some Scrooge in the snow. I love watching an asshole or a cunt bleed out in the white fluffy snow.

So, the setting seemed right, but I needed to find someone to kill. And that was much easier than I expected. I met a Karen. A stuck-up cunt who tried to fight a woman in Target for the last of some creepy ass looking doll.

Something very unsettling about her. She came into a Target in designer clothes and a bag that probably cost more than all the employees combined make in a month. And she acted superior. Grabbed the doll right out of a woman’s hand and then tossed her some money like that would make it OK.

Usually, I hunt for women like this at Walmart because that store brings out the ugly in everybody. I stopped into Target because of Starbucks. I just wanted a strong black coffee before I started hunting for my snuff porn star. But I found my victim right out of the gate.

This World is Full of Too Many Grinches

I keep a kill kit in my trunk along with a few disguises. So, I’m always prepared when I meet somebody who needs to die. I followed her in her big ass Denali. God she’s an awful driver. Distracted driver. She was fucking texting the entire time. Her driving almost caused a couple accidents. The self-entitled bitch really needed to die.

But I needed to be careful. I could not impulse kill her as much as I wanted because she lived in a fortress. However, I spent an entire night in my car, parked down the street watching that house. And I figured out a way to get in without being caught on camera. One of my many skills involves knowing how to bypass alarm systems. She appeared to be in that house alone. Perfect. I broke in the next night and drugged her with chloroform. Then I dragged her out into her backyard in all that fluffy snow.

I staged the crime scene to look like a robbery. Plus, a sexual assault by putting a condom on a dildo and tearing her nightgown. Sadly, she the chloroform put her in a deep sleep when I murdered her in the snow. But with neighbors on either side of her big ass privacy fences, I could not risk her screaming. Sure, I probably should’ve taken her to my kill shack or my dungeon, but I needed this to look like a robbery gone bad. This time of year, folks break into wealthy homes all the time.

Some Cunts Just Deserve to Die

I also needed to restrain myself from eviscerating her. Overkill looks personal and I needed this to look like a robbery gone wrong. So, I simply slit her throat. And I watched her unconscious body bleed out into the snow. And it looked beautiful. Her warm crimson blood began to melt the snow around her body.

She never knew why I murdered her. And I do like my victims understanding why they deserved killer phone sex. But I did my best with the situation. I know nothing about this woman other than she’s an awful cunt. She got what she deserved.

And I will always kill bitches like that. However, I prefer to make them suffer a lot longer than this bitch did. But one less grinch this Christmas. So, I’ll take it as a win. I mean, I did get to see her beautiful blood spill out of her awful body into that pure white snow. And that will live rent free in my mind forever.

Castration Phone Sex Equals a Christmas with No Jingle Bells

castration phone sexDo you need castration phone sex for Christmas? Let me ask you something. Do you deserve your balls because so many men don’t. And for myriad reasons too. Some men don’t deserve their testicles because they cannot use their dicks for good. They spike women’s drinks and they sexually assault women when they tell them no. Predators like that do not deserve their balls.

Some guys just let all that testosterone make them an asshole. They think somehow their dick entitles them to say, do and act anyway they want. Nope. Men like that do not deserve to keep their testicles either.

But the biggest offense I find is sporting a tiny dick. If you’re all potatoes with no meat, will you really notice that your balls are gone anyway. In fact, it might make your tiny dick look even bigger. Not that it will help because you won’t get fucked without the potatoes but at least then you can say you sport a clit instead of a dick.

Believe it or not many men seek out my assistance for cock and ball torture sex. They want to castrate themselves, but they lack the strength to do it. And I get it. Inflicting pain on yourself most people struggle with. So why struggle when a statistic bitch like me can remove your junk for free. Or at a cost. Likely I give more free castrations than I do paid ones, but I never turn down a man willing to pay me to do something that needs to be done anyway.

Lets Remove Your Jingle Bells This Christmas

Tim found my ad on the darknet and sent me a text on my burner phone. Told me all about his tiny dick and his inability to bring pleasure to any woman. He wants to live his life as a sissy or even a woman, but he needs his big hairy balls removed.

I understood the assignment. And I told him my fee would be $5000, and he sent me the money immediately. Although I prefer cash I do take Venmo. He put merry Christmas in the memo with a pair of jingle bells and I burst out laughing. He would ring in the new year with no jingle bells.

So, I castrated him last night. Tied him down to my castration chair, which is an old death row chair that I repurposed. Because he paid me and he did not try to cancel our agreement, I made it quick and as painless as possible. And I cauterized the wound immediately. He did bleed. And he did pass out from the pain.

But I immediately cauterized the wound so he would not bleed out. Immediately it looked better. For somebody with such a tiny dick, his balls looked like church bells. Now he just sports a clit stick. He got what he wanted for Christmas. No jingle bells. No more erections. And no more disappointing women. So, would you like to ring in the new year without balls too? Make it a taboo phone sex holiday.

Snuff Sex is the Perfect Christmas Gift

snuff sexI’m all about a snuff sex Christmas. Let’s just say that I think a few folks do not deserve to be alive on Christmas Day. Perhaps you could consider me an evil Santa Claus. But in my mind, I’m helping society. I’m making the world a better place. One of my favorite things to do this time of year involves porch pirates. I’m sure you’re familiar with the term. Losers who decide to steal other people’s packages for Christmas. I consider them to be the grinches or the scrooges not me.

My local news reported a porch pirate ring, but I knew there had to be a ringleader. If I cut the head off the snake, the rest becomes useless. So, I set up a trap to be able to catch who’s pulling the strings. And the trap turned out to be easy. I just ordered myself a bunch of Amazon shit and left it on the porch. I hid my ring in a non-obvious place to be able to catch the culprit without the culprit knowing that I caught him or her on camera.

And once I caught this bitch, she became a snitch immediately. Pissed herself too, so I killed her. I got what I needed from her. And I gave the wildlife behind my house a holiday meal. Her mother-in-law turned out to be the leader. She couldn’t wait to give her up. A middle-class woman who lives in a nice neighborhood does not need to be stealing packages or running a small crew of porch pirates. She’s killing the Christmas spirit not me. So, I thought she deserved some killer phone sex.

I’m The Grinch Who Saved Christmas

I lured her way almost as easily as I did her daughter-in-law. But this bitch did not receive a quick death. She didn’t deserve it. This bitch did not need to steal other people’s presents. Plus, according to the dead daughter-in-law, she blackmailed everybody in her family into doing her dirty work. So, she deserved a slow, torturous death. And I consider that my specialty.

I’m sure that bitch and her family consider me the Grinch who stole Christmas. But everybody else knows the real Grinch was her. I carved her up like a Christmas turkey. First, I carved porch pirate across her chest, slicing off her nipples too. Then I plunged the knife into her belly button. If you do it just right, you can watch them attempt to keep their insides from spilling out of the open wound.

I made sure this bitch knew what she stood trial for. And why I prolonged her agony. Her actions had consequences. All actions have consequences. And her consequence left her gutted like a pig. I loved watching her take her final breath and every labored breath before that last one too. I may be a statistic phone sex bitch, but I’m the Grinch that saved Christmas. Just nobody will know that but us.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Kill and Torture

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex makes me very happy. I’m not a gun girl. I find zero pleasure with easy kills. And I am not fond of quick kills either. Now if you’re shooting somebody from a far distance that requires some skill. But close-up? You just aim, point, shoot and then somebody dies. Too easy and too quick to be fulfilling for a sick bitch like me.

However, a knife always requires skill and precision. And you can use a knife for so many different things. You can stab, chop, dice, cut, flail, slice and myriad other things too. A knife prolongs the pain. And for me, I enjoy that the most. Inflicting pain on my victims I find satisfying. Although it is true that I am a sick bitch, I don’t normally kill and torture somebody without justification. I’m making the world a better place with torture sex and murder.

Perhaps you could call it population control. Or maybe you could view me as a vigilante ridding the world of assholes, bitches and predators. But trust me when I tell you I only kill with a reason. If you wrong me or somebody in my community, I can’t let that go unpunished. But sometimes I kill for hire. A girl needs to eat right? But sometimes even the people who hire me for murder don’t lack justification. So, I flip this script on them.

Tia hired me to kill her husband. And I do my research on my intended targets every time. Because I learned that I can’t just take my client’s word that the person they hired me to kill, indeed deserves to die. Tia described her husband as violent, manipulative, and a fraudster.

I Lack Zero Issue with Contract Kills, But Be Honest with Me.

But when I did my research, I discovered none of the details she provided me with about her ex held any truth. He’s not a fraudster. But as the CEO of a very respected tech firm, the man appears worth millions. I think she just wanted his money. I believe in capitalism. He appears to work hard for his money. He holds a good reputation among his employees, and he even gives bonuses and offers brat care and extended maternity leave for the women.

For the CEO of a multimillion dollar firm, he seems to be a decent guy. As far as the abuse claims, I discovered no reports filed. And she told me she took out a restraining order against him, but I could find no court record of any of that. The bitch lied because she wants her husband’s money.

So, I took her money but instead of killing her husband, I did him a favor and killed her instead. The world does not need any more gold diggers. Although I generally consider myself pro woman, even though I hate a lot of women, I attempt to stop men who physically and sexually hurt women. But I don’t think this guy would hurt a fly.

She, on the other hand, has a long history with a law. The CEO married a gold digger. Married a woman he probably did not even truly know. But it’s OK because I killed her. And I made it hurt. Since I know they always think of the husband as suspect number one, I made it look like she just ran away and left him. No one will ever find her body anyway because she’s bear and coyote food now.

This Sadistic Bitch Kills with a Purpose

The moment I stabbed her in the gut her entrails spilled onto a tarp so there’d be no DNA evidence. She could not believe the betrayal. And I explained to her that I verified everything she told me and nothing seemed true. She tried to offer me up half of his money, but I had already stabbed the bitch. But I stabbed her in just a way that although it will be a bloody phone sex mess, she will die slowly and painfully. So, I told the bitch I needed to make the world a better place by removing a gold-digging liar like her.

It took her four hours to die. And I watched her slowly bleed out. Plus, I even watched her try to hold her guts in. Perhaps I filmed it too. I filmed her torturous death because I can upload it on the darknet and people can view it for a fee. I guess you could call me a very dark content creator too. Even this sadistic bitch possesses some integrity.

I am more than willing to be your accomplice or your sadistic mistress. But be honest with what you want. Don’t lie about it. If you want to kill some little girl because you just want to fuck a tight snatch, say so. Pay me. And let’s do it. But liars, cheats and manipulators never survive me.

Snuff Movies and Chill is My Idea of a Date

snuff moviesI enjoy watching snuff movies with men. Especially men who I would like to make a snuff flick with. And I’m not necessarily talking about as my accomplice. I like to watch the expression on men’s faces as they watch extreme cock and ball torture in an underground film. Because when they react strongly to such a film, I know it’s going to be enjoyable to inflict that sort of pain on them.

I dupe a lot of men into thinking I want to fuck them. But that’s easy to do. You can be a Goth chick or a big, beautiful woman, men don’t care. They’ll put their dick inside anything for the most part. I don’t need men. Men like to think that women depend on their cocks.

But we do not need men. If we want to birth brats, we can go to some sperm bank for that. If we want an orgasm, they make a variety of sex toys geared for women’s sexual pleasure. And a lot of those battery operated boyfriends bring women a lot more pleasure than a breathing man.

So, any time a man treats me like I should be grateful that he’s giving me any attention, I decide that man needs my brand of extreme cock and ball torture sex. Alex picked me up at a bar. He seemed different from most predators. He did not attempt to spike my drink with a roofie or anything. But I still found him annoying. And not simply because he walked and talked. The shit he spewed out of his mouth made me think that he believes the world needs more “trad wives.” A Goth bar is the wrong venue to spew that caveman shit.

Men We Do Not Exist for You

I will never be somebody’s wife. And if I ever get married, I would never be a traditional wife who stays at home, makes bread from scratch and makes arts and crafts with the little ones while I homeschool them. I am not Laura fucking Ingels on the Prairie.

This man, I needed to torture for shits and giggles. And to let him know women do not exist to take care of him. So, once we were at my place, I spiked his drink. I put on some torture porn, and I watched as he looked horrified at what he saw. And then I whispered in his ear that’s just a little taste of what’s to come later, darling.

I think he shit himself right then. That’s an exaggeration. However, he did piss his pants. But I planned on ripping them off him anyway, so I could mutilate his junk. I started with a castration band around his worthless balls. And then I carved up his dick with my name on every side. He let out blood cuddling screams, which makes my pussy wet. I get off on fear and pain. Folks call me a wicked butcher for a reason.

For hours, I mutilated Alex‘s junk. And eventually, I chopped his balls off killing his chances of ever marrying or procreating. He’s entitled to his thoughts and opinions on where women belong. But he must face the backlash and the consequences of such antiquated beliefs. And one of the consequences of such archaic thinking is castration phone sex. Repeat after me men. Women do not exist to be your caretaker and your fuck dolls. We no longer live in a caveman society. So, wake up and get with the program and maybe I’ll let you keep your balls.

Mutilation Phone Sex Nightmare: Be Careful What You Ask For, Loser

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns a sick bitch on. And I’m serious. I love to mutilate the human body. And I do it both while the body still breathes and postmortem too. I like to inflict maximum pain. It’s just sort of sexy. And I especially enjoy sexually mutilating individuals. I use it as a form of revenge and karma. If a male predator tries to take advantage of me or somebody that I consider a friend, I’m going to destroy their junk and I’m going to make it hurt.

And sometimes men pay me to mutilate their junk. David paid me for what I would consider extreme cock and ball torture. I meet pain sluts all the time. And most of them chase their next high. They just need a sick bitch like me to torture their cocks and balls to find their pain threshold.

 And I could do that shit all day and all night. So, I showed up at his place with my cock and ball torture sex kit. It included razor blades, a box cutter, castration bands, pliers, and a hammer and a wrench too.

Plus, I brought a ton of knives. And some of my favorites too. I tied him down even though he told me it was not necessary. It’s always necessary to restrain your victim. They often experience a change of heart, or they try to fight you

Either way I consider it a smart move to restrain my victim. Dave seemed willing until the pain felt too extreme for him. They always think they can handle it, but they never can. Pussies nothing but pussies in this world.

Be Careful What You Ask For, You May Get it and More

I put the castration band on him primarily just to stop the spray of blood from going everywhere. Although I never mind blood splatter most men don’t want to clean blood off their walls or their ceilings.

This guy had his own little torture table set up with castration bands, knives, a hammer, and even a sickle too. Now that looked interesting. I have one at home, but it’s rather large. I wanted to play with it. So, I used it to remove his left testicle, and he let out a bloodcurdling screen that sounded deafening. Oops, I told him as I removed a ball.

I used a knife to skin it. I removed his other testicle using a razor blade. Now that made a mess. Once I removed his ball, I put it in this vice clamp and squeezed it flat. Blood and sinew splattered our faces. But I looked at him and reminded him that he paid me for this extreme pain and torture.

I saw no way out for him. I told him I could throw in death if he wanted. But he told me he did not want to die. He just wanted to wish he was dead and there’s a difference. I told him that it sounded like semantics. But I let him live. However, he will live without balls. And I carved my name into his dick and on his chest as a constant reminder to be careful of what you wish for.

But I am unforgettable. Once a sadistic phone sex bitch mutilates your junk, you never forget her. So let me ask you. If you paid me to mutilate your cock and balls would you forget me?

Cannibalism Phone Sex Provides an Amazing Thanksgiving Meal

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex dinners we should savor. Last week I kidnapped a drunk coed I intended to kill because I found her obnoxious. But I had a change of heart. Oh, I still killed her. Just not that night. She became my Thanksgiving meal. And she will feed me through the winter months.

Girl meat tastes succulent. Very rich like duck meat or venison. But you must prepare it correctly. And a lot of time goes into the preparation. You can cook a girl a few ways. But I prefer slow roasting over an open flame. I live remotely, but I do have neighbors within a mile on every side. And girl meat as you cook creates a pungent smell. And it can carry. So, I do my best to mask that smell with pineapple and a buttery herb sauce. But burning hair smells the strongest. So, before I cook a girl, I shave her head.

Now some people who enjoy a fine dining experience like me kill their meal before they cook it. Not me. Sure, it feels like torture sex to burn over an open flame, but it makes the meat taste better and I don’t necessarily care that some drunk bitch suffers for a couple minutes. It took me a week to soften her skin with butter baths. Some people might remove the organ meat before cooking, but I like to cook it inside the body. Most of the organ meat survives the 22 hour slow roasting procedure. And it tastes just as succulent as the flesh.

Girl Meat When Prepared Properly Tastes Succulent

Once my meat is properly cooked, I eat it. But obviously I’m one person and my meat could feed an army. So, I carve up that meat after my meal. And that’s rather laborious. It takes all day. Sometimes even longer than it takes to prepare the meat, but I’m patient.

I have roughly 200 different containers to put her remaining flesh in and a few specifically for organ meat. And a big freezer in the garage to store it. I save some of the bones with meat and cartilage still on it for my dogs. And I feed the rest to the wildlife outback. Why should I be the only one who enjoys a good Thanksgiving meal.

I will admit, I outdid myself this year, and I made the smart decision keeping this girl as my Thanksgiving meal. She turned out perfectly. Flesh literally dripping off the bones as I sunk my teeth into a piece of white meat. My dogs loved the smell apparently. They gathered around me, so I shared some with them. And since I cooked the girl meat outside, I had quite the gathering of wildlife waiting for the scraps too.

It’s a sadistic phone sex bitch Thanksgiving. And I have plenty of girl meat left over. Some of it still feels warm. Would you like to break bread with me on this very special day with this very special meal?

Bloody Phone Sex is What Thanksgiving is All About

bloody phone sexI become excited for bloody phone sex near holidays. Thankful that the world is full of bitches and assholes who I can massacre. You would think people might be nicer to each other around the holidays, but I find it to be the opposite. The asshole in people comes out. And personally, I just wait for folks to show their true colors. Watching and waiting patiently for my turn to seize the opportunity to kill someone.

Instead of hunting for intruders in my local Goth bars, I branch out. No one hassles me in a Goth bar. However, their true colors show when they see a Goth girl in a yuppie bar or a college bar. And I like to think that it helps me thin the herd. So, I went to this dance club. Because I knew every douche bag in town would be there. Let me tell you the douche bag quota appeared high. But so did the bitch quota. I can enjoy snuff sex with a bitch too. Just not a Goth bitch.

Honestly, I’m surprised men don’t kill more bitches. Perhaps they do not know the right accomplice yet. That would be me. Because I know how to get away with murder. I can have my cake and eat it too. Did I mention I like to play with my food. I picked up this bitch at the bar waiting until she looked drunk enough so I could act like her Uber. Dumb cunt: you cannot trust a woman like me. I saw this woman in the crowded bar, milking men, teasing them and even humiliating the ones who would not buy her a drink.

Sometimes, I Plan to Kill a Bitch But I Cook Her Instead

Bitches like that give women a bad name. So, I took her to my dungeon. I had immediate plans to just eviscerate the bitch. Make it a bloody massacre and prolong her torture. But I decided to save her for my Thanksgiving meal. She appears to have just enough skin on her. And a little extra meat on those bones makes a meal taste more succulent. I’ve been soaking her in butter to soften her skin. Dosing her with Xanax to get the fight out of her. She’s a noisy bitch.

But I’m going to enjoy a cannibalism phone sex Thanksgiving feast. I’m going to feast on bitch meat. Either way she still will die. But at least now her death won’t be in vain. She’ll know she fed me for the winter months. She’s not fat, but she’s pleasantly plump. She will provide me with I guess about 50 meals.

Once I soften that skin, I’m plan to slow roast her over an open flame. I will have to start cooking her Wednesday though. If you cook a bitch too fast, it dries her skin out. And I like my meals tasting juicy. Succulent. With the flesh just falling off the bones. Her story is not finished yet. I’ll let you know more once I cook the bitch. Perhaps you want to join me on Thanksgiving meal.