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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?

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Fireworks is How I Say Happy Birthday America

murder phone sex fantasiesAlthough I specialize in murder phone sex fantasies, I’ve killed a few people in my life. Likely a few hundred, but I don’t count. I help men explore the violent fantasies that they cannot share with just anybody. And most men think about killing someone or at least force fucking someone and getting away with it. So, I help them.

In my personal life, I sometimes help men too weak to do it on their own. Perhaps you could call me a killer for hire. But I don’t need an accomplice to kill. In fact, I think I do some of my best murders solo. My creative process works better when I do not experience any extra noise if you know what I mean.

And I decided to get a little creative with death in the month of July. At least for the first part of July, plan to utilize fireworks as my accomplice. You might be amazed at the physical damage fireworks can do when used as torture sex. And I like to put fireworks in a man’s asshole. It does a lot of damage. Even a sparkler hurts. Doesn’t do too much damage, though. However, it works better than a taser for electric shocks where no one wants electric shocks.

Fireworks Work Great for Torture Too

Since I do have a code for killing, I went out Friday night looking for people who fit the code. My code seems lax compared to like Dexter ‘s code or anything like that. But it’s still a code. And I found an obnoxious guy in a bar. That’s easy to do. He treated the bartender poorly. And he treated the woman who he wanted to buy drinks for poorly too. So, in my mind, he made a fitting candidate.

I let him think his obnoxious commands worked for me and I took him home. Drugged him. Stripped him naked. And when he woke up, he discovered 25 sparklers shoved in his ass. And I lit them when he woke up. But I had him strapped down. He couldn’t wiggle his self out of this. The sparklers acted like appetizers. Of course, he screamed bloody murder just from little sparks hitting his ass and the back of his balls.

Like I said appetizer. I found a bigger thicker firework. I think the proper term might be firecracker. And I shove that in his ass and lit it. When that one burnt down and went boom, it charred his ass hair and burned his flesh. Next, I got a rocket knowing it would shoot up into my dungeon ceiling and come back down. Of course, I stood out of its path. But my victim had nowhere to go. And that rocket once it went up, had to come down. Now that left a mess.

A Few Fireworks in a Man’s Asshole is How I Will Celebrate America’s Birthday

His poor asshole started to bleed. The smell of blood and charred flesh and burnt hair turns me on though. His fucking ball hair and ass hair singed. His flesh burned. And I told him I was done with the fireworks. Then I flipped him over and castrated him. He didn’t really fit my code for death. However, he did fit my code for torture. And the torture I love the most is castration phone sex. So, I sliced off his ball sack, but I did cauterize the wound so that wouldn’t be too much blood.

Then I let him go. He lost his balls. I burned the hair off his ass. And I even burned the flesh and made his asshole a little bit bigger so to make sure he wouldn’t be able to pick me up in a lineup. I gave him a shot of something that will pretty much make him an amnesiac. And I dumped his body along the side of a field. He’ll wake up eventually, not know how he got there. But his ass will hurt and he will feel some pains where his balls used to be for quite some time. July hasn’t even started yet. And I’m already off with a boom.

Making Snuff Movies Helps Me Improve My Skills

snuff moviesAlthough I watch snuff movies, I prefer to make them. I like to catch some of my kills on film. Sort of a learning tool I use to improve my skills. And I make a lot of torture videos too. Primarily cock and ball torture videos. And I use those for the same reason but also for blackmail. I keep predators in check. If they mess with me or somebody who I feel protective about I will make sure the world knows I took their balls and why.

Charlie needed a reminder. I took his balls a decade ago for spiking girls’ drinks and force fucking them. A preppy younger guy who came from a lot of money. But he somehow got his rocks off preying on my kind. I ended his career. Trust fund boy. The kind of money that can buy him out of all the trouble in the world. So, I took the law on my own hands and neutered the bastard. But recently, I got wind that he’s back to drugging girls again. He’s just not stupid enough to come into my bar.

But he is stupid enough to keep drugging women. This time I guess he’s using some sort of prosthetic penis like a rubber dildo type thing that he puts over his limp dick to fuck these girls. So, I decided to catch up with my old friend. This time he left me no choice, but to take his dick too.

Since Your Dick is a Privilege, it Can Be Revoked

A friend of mine helped set him up. That man does have a type. And I knew he could not change his stripes. So, the bartender of the Goth bar he works out of lately helped me set him up. He gave a drink to a girl at the bar and the bartender switched it out when she saw him drug it. She texted me. I waited about 20 minutes, made my entrance and escorted him out. The drugs kicked in and he didn’t even know what planet he was fucking on.

By the time he came out of his drug stupor, he found himself back in my castration chair once again. He remembered me. I don’t think a man ever forgets the woman who gave him such extreme cock and ball torture sex that he literally lost his balls. I told him I knew he violated our agreement. The fucking loser thought all I would do was upload the video of me castrating him. So, I took a butcher knife and chopped the tip of his dick off. No warning. And nothing to control the bleeding.

Castration and Cock Mutilation Remind Predators Not to Fuck with Me

I tossed the tip to my dog who ate it in front of me. He begged and bled. So, I showed a little mercy and I cauterized the wound. But I just did that to make him think I would not chop more off. And for the next couple hours, I chopped a little bit more off each time. Eventually, his entire worthless dick disappeared into my dog’s belly. And when I say worthless, I mean limp. Now I told him if he violates this agreement, the only thing left for me to take would be his life. I think he might believe me now.

Although I do end a lot of men’s lives, I keep some alive, especially predators so that they live with the constant reminder of what their actions cost them personally. And I know if anybody deserved killer phone sex it was this repeat offender. But I just enjoyed butchering his worthless limp dick. He’s going to piss in a bag for the rest of his life. I don’t think he’ll bounce back from that. But if he does, I’ll be ready, and I will kill him the next time.

Castration Phone Sex Neuters Misogynistic Men and Shuts Them Up

castration phone sexCastration phone sex feels like just punishment for so many losers. And a few cocky bastards too. Nothing silences a man faster than losing his balls. Plus, I don’t think anything else corrects a man’s bad behavior faster. And let’s face it, men go unchecked nowadays. But not on my watch.

Some nerdy podcaster, incel type, moved into my city and began spouting off antiquated views of women. He believes women belong barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. He also espouses that “your body, my choice,” bullshit. But he would make the perfect neutering experiment, I thought to myself. I tried to listen to one of his podcasts. But I got through about five minutes and decided this man needed to come down off his high horse. Women don’t owe him anything.

So, I dressed differently to meet him. I knew the Goth look would not be what he wanted. So, I dressed like a prim and proper good church going girl for our date. And it took insurmountable strength not to strangle him at the dinner table. But I kept my eyes on the prize. Torture sex of his genitals would be dessert. I faked commonality with him because he wants a woman who knows her place.

Incel Men Need Neutered

I drugged this drink because I knew it would kick in before we got back to his place. He passed out before he could pour a glass of water for me. But he woke up strapped to his bed naked. And I could smell his fear and see it. His body quivered in fear. I also placed a plastic tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Tiniest little dick I ever saw. So, I told him castrating him would do him a favor because it would at least make his dick look bigger. All potatoes, no meat. No wonder women don’t fuck him and he feels angry.

I put a ball gag in his mouth because I knew this one would scream like a bitch and make a scene. He kept talking about smiling because his home security cameras would catch my face. Dipshit underestimated me. I disarmed his security system remotely before we even returned to his home. A man like him, I knew would have security cameras everywhere but good thing I’m an equally good hacker.

Your Body MY Choice

I didn’t waste any time castrating him like I normally do. But I just couldn’t stand to look at the loser. And don’t get me started on hearing the loser. Luckily, I gagged him, but I could still hear muffled ramblings about bitches. The loser cussed me out muffled. I’d like to say I admired his spunk, but not his junk. How could I admire anything about a fucktard who thinks women owe him and that he doesn’t need consent to my body. Well, his body, my choice. I threw his words back in his face. And used it as justification for slicing his nuts off.

The horror on his face when he realized I held his nuts in my hand, made it all worthwhile. This fucker will still espouse his hated for women and feminism. But I neutered him a bit. At least he’ll never force himself on some woman. This felt like a way too quick mutilation phone sex session. But I needed this loser to just shut the fuck up.

So, I flipped the script on him. Used his own words against him. Took his balls. I can only hope this quiets him down. But I did make sure he knew that I knew where he lived. Plus, I showed him the little video I made while castrating him. And I will make sure it goes viral if he spouts off about women again. And next time I will not just take his balls, I’ll take his life.

Knife Play Phone Sex Turns Me On

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my go-to. Although I consider myself stronger than I look, I don’t think I could kill a man or a woman with my bare hands. And I don’t like to use guns because there’s no fun in a gun. You aim, you point, you shoot and they die. No torture. No lingering pain. And no real skill involved unless you shoot somebody from a long distance. So, a knife will always be my weapon of choice. And over the years I’ve become a knife hoarder. Seriously, my collection contains over 1000 now. And every knife tells a story.

I rarely go hunting on a Monday. But with the college crowd home, the bars seem full of stupidity on any given night. So, I decided to see if I could find some buddy deserving of torture sex with a knife. In the first bar I went to I found a plethora of stupid people. I met this girl. Likely about 20 with a fake ID and a huge attitude. Self-entitled little blonde twat. I’m sure many men find her desirable, but I found her annoying.

At first, she thought I worked there because of my black clothes. She handed me an empty bottle, snapped her fingers and told me to get her another one pronto. It was all I could do not to take that beer bottle and bash it against her head right there in the bar. But I stay off the cops radar with my patience and my brains. So, I showed some self-restraint. But I did drug her drink. And I did act like a concerned citizen wanting to get her home safely when she started stumbling.

Coeds Make Great Snuff Victims

The bar felt packed. Wall-to-wall people. And I scanned the room for security cameras, and anybody paying attention to us. I saw no cameras and everybody seemed so self-absorbed they never noticed me. So, I took her home and dissected her like a biology frog. Honestly, I never enjoyed cutting into a dead frog. It seemed unnecessarily cruel with no real learning value. I am never going to dissect a frog or need to name its internal organs. I’d rather dissect people.

I tied her spread eagle to my dungeon table, which is 2 metal slabs pushed together. She woke up with a spider gag in her mouth and fear in her eyes. She knew she was in trouble. But she didn’t realize I planned to kill her. I tortured her for hours though. I patiently skinned the flesh offer her tits. Interesting look. Almost looked like she got sunburn just on her tits. I poured rubbing alcohol on her tits, knowing that shit would hurt.

I Love to Torture Self-Absorbed Young Women

And I sliced her clit off too and fed it to her. If you cannot tell, I enjoy being an evil phone sex bitch. The self-entitled twat deserved it. Girls like her don’t change. They just get worse. Nobody checks them. They think they can do whatever they want and rules don’t apply to them. They use their looks and their bodies to get what they want and screw the rest of us. I’m not jealous of her. No reason to be jealous of her. But her self-entitlement because she’s young and pretty irks me.

Well, I finally just stabbed her in her belly button and gutted her like a pig. I watched the blood bubble up from the knife wound. And I could hear her aspirating on her own blood. That shit makes my cunt wet. After she took her last breath, I dragged her carcass out into my yard. Nature will take care of the rest. I never wake up the next morning and find even a hint of my victim. Any trace DNA left on the grass gets washed away by the rain. Nature makes the best accomplice.

Mutilation Phone Sex is a Good Tool to Knock Mean Girls Off Their Pedestals

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex is something I excel at. Nobody takes more time to thoroughly mutilate a victim like me. It’s because I get off on the torture. Although I do kill people quickly out of self-preservation, I prefer to torture for hours before I put some loser out of his or her misery. And I’m armed with all sorts of sharp instruments that make perfect accomplices for mutilating a body.

Last night, I just felt in the mood to fuck someone up. And in walked this vain drunk coed home for summer. She did not realize she entered a Goth bar. She started insulting my people and got herself kicked out. How does somebody that young become so mean. She started telling girls they looked like ghosts or a corpse pulled out of its grave. She said some mean things even for me. Although I might seem like a mean girl to my victims, I’m really a nice person. I would never insult somebody for their looks unless they deserved it.

Carving a Bitch Up Quickly Takes Her Down a Peg

I didn’t want to kill this girl. However, I wanted to explore some torture sex options with her. So, I followed her home. Normally, I might stalk my prey more, but I suspected that she lived alone in this little studio apartment in the bad part of town. Just some broke ass loser, girl who likes to insult others to make herself feel better about her pathetic existence. Most coeds stay with their parents during the summer break. But either this girl burned her bridges with her parents or she cut them off. Either way it didn’t matter. Nobody could save her now.

I broke into her apartment easily. Honestly, I think my kill shack in the middle of the wilderness smells better than her apartment. I used chloroform so that she wouldn’t scream for help. I needed to get the ball gag in her mouth and tie her up before she woke up. When she did, she found herself strapped to her coffee table, naked. Although she seemed awake, I don’t think she comprehended the severity of the situation. She still ran her mouth. Muffled but I could still hear, “you bitch,” through the ball gag.

Carving Up the Flesh on a Mean Girl Feels Right

I pulled out my knife and carved ugly on her forehead. It will leave a scar and serve as a constant reminder that actions come with consequences. I wore an executioner’s mask so she could not identify me and I never spoke. However, I don’t think she knows who I am. I blend in with the woodwork even as a goth girl in public spaces. And that’s because I know how to become invisible when I need to.

And I carved Cunt on one breast and whore on the other. Good luck explaining that to future lovers. This girl needed kicked off her pedestal. She felt too high and mighty for living in a studio apartment. Major attitude. However, I think I took a little bit of the fight out of her. Having a sick bitch carve into your flesh can feel exhausting. And I carved up just about every inch of her flesh. A one point, she begged me to kill her.

But I did not want this to turn into a snuff porn. This was revenge torture. Revenge for being a self-entitled little mean bitch. Now every time she looks into a mirror, she will see the scar in the letters UGLY. And she will be reminded of her ugly soul. Maybe that’ll force her to be nicer to others. I doubt she will show her face in public again. And she might go to the cops, but I don’t care. I feel safe because no doubt that little bitch made a lot of enemies over the years. Hopefully, I’ve slowed down her reign of hell.

Blasphemy Sex Makes My Cunt Wet

blasphemy sexBlasphemy sex makes my cunt wet. But I’m not religious at all. I don’t believe in God, and I don’t believe in the church. The funny thing is people ask me if I’m a Satanist all the time. But to believe in the devil you must believe in God because they’re opposites on the same spectrum. I can’t believe in one and not the other. So, I don’t believe in either. However, I do find it entertaining to desecrate a church. And kill some ultra-religious tradwife type.

That’s what I did this weekend. I found this trad wife influencer and did a little digging. I can find anybody’s IP address easily. That lets me find out all sorts of things. And I found out all sorts of things about her. Things completely against everything she preaches.

But I had no desire to expose her to her lemmings. I just wanted to kill her for her hypocrisy. Preaching to women that they need to be dependent on their husbands financially while she’s making over 1 million a year in endorsements and shit. Now I find her followers stupid as fuck if they can’t put two and two together. But if you cut the head off the snake, the rest die.

I Hate a Hypocritical Religious Cunt, So I Killed Them

I wanted to make a religious snuff porn with her. A so-called good Catholic wife. Now a dead Catholic wife. My little film turned out brutal and bloody, of course. I nailed her naked body to the cross above the baptismal tub in the main church area. And I did this for a reason. When I plunged my knife into her soft belly, I cut up towards her sternum. And I filled that tub with her blood and guts.

Before I gutted her, I let her know her sins. I called her out as a hypocrite. Told her I knew she didn’t make bread from scratch. She bought it wholesale. Told her I knew she didn’t sew her own clothes. And I pointed out that although she claims she makes nothing from being a tradwife influencer she made over $1 million last year alone making her one big fucking hypocrite. Her followers seem dumb. She amassed over 1 million followers. And I cannot find the time and energy to hunt them all down.

So, I killed their queen instead. And I watched her die slowly and painfully while bleeding out into that tub. Then I hopped in and bathed in her bloody entrails. I love bloody phone sex baths. They feel warm and provide the secret to looking young. At this rate, I might live forever. Drinking and bathing in the blood makes my skin baby soft. I’m not a satanist. But I am a sadistic bitch who hate hypocrisy and religion, and all the bullshit that comes with it.