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I love killer phone sex in the snow. And I enjoy slaughtering assholes, and bitches in fluffy white snow because I love how the blood drains out of their bodies into the white snow giving it a pink hue. Plus, you might not know this, but snow prolongs the torture and the pain. Keeps the body on ice. My victim’s breathing slows down, and the blood coagulates a little from the cold, which keeps them alive just a little bit longer. So, winter might be my favorite killing season.
Although I built a dungeon underneath my house with a tunnel that goes into the woods, for easy body disposal, I still enjoy my kill shack. Last night I took this bitch I picked up to my old kill shack an hour away. I inherited this old fishing cabin from my grandfather as a teenager. He used to take women there to torture them. Fuck them and then torture them. I think the sadistic phone sex gene skipped a generation. My parents seem awfully vanilla and boring. But grandpa made me a sadist just like him.
I met this girl Lynn at a bar. Not my usual bar, but a steam punk bar. And she didn’t belong. I watched a lot of people reject her. So, I started a conversation with her about her approach. And I questioned her motives. She hit on both men and women, but she just wanted somebody to buy her drinks.
I don’t think she really wanted to go home with anybody. Her attitude seemed a bit stuck up and bitchy. Although I did not plan to kill, she seemed perfect. Satan knows, I have killed for less.
So, I chatted her up and asked her if she wanted to go back to my shack. Enjoy some free alcohol and play some video games. For once I didn’t need to drug a bitch. This one came willingly with me. And after an hour at my kill shack in the woods, she realized I put something in her drink.
Just a little something to paralyze her. The mind still functions, but the body won’t move. I dragged her out into the snow and started slicing her up. And I told her she could scream as loudly as she wanted, but nobody would hear her. Not in the middle of nowhere surrounded only by trees and wildlife.
As I stabbed her and mutilated her breasts and her pussy, I watched her crimson red blood spill from her body, melting the snow around her. I think I just wanted to kill her so I could see something so beautiful as blood in the snow.
Suddenly, the snow all melted around her body creating a bloody snow angel effect. And it looked hypnotic to me. It took her two hours and 23 minutes to die. Perhaps not my normal kill. She didn’t do anything too offensive honestly. But I just wanted to kill in the snow.
I left her body right where I killed her because I slaughtered her close to the tree line. And I knew if I woke up in the morning, she would be gone. Nature accepts its role as my accomplice phone sex partner and thanks me by disposing of the bodies for me. By the drag marks, I think a bear got her. Another girl that will never be found because in 2 to 4 days, she will be nothing more than bear shit
On holidays, men call for snuff phone sex more. And my weekend stayed busy. I almost forgot about the holiday until somebody booked me to help him with his brat problem. We met on the dark net. And I like this guy. He seems equally as demented as me. Plus, he seems smart. Some of my clients appear to be so stupid that I wonder how they remember how to breathe. Most men think with their dicks
But this guy knew he couldn’t force fuck and kill his neighbor girl because suspicion would fall on him. So, he already picked himself out of surrogate. He didn’t need me to tell him how to keep him safe. In fact, I think the only reason he hired me was so I could help him dispose of the body and film the encounter. The surrogate lives two counties away. And he showed me both pictures. The surrogate appeared to be a dead ringer for the neighbor girl. I think he’s done this sort of thing before.
When we met to discuss his rape phone sex fantasies for a young girl, he did not even seem nervous. And his thinking appeared methodical. My kind of guy. He even rented a car and changed the license plates in case traffic cams spotted us. Plus, he bought us these high-tech hoodies that blur your face out on any traffic cams or doorbell cams. Modern technology is good but it’s also bad for criminals. More people get caught on doorbell cameras than any other way nowadays.
I found it easy to lure the little girl away. What a cute girl. I knew he would enjoy fucking her. She looked super tight. And super cute if you’re into that kind of thing. Personally, I hate brats. I find them obnoxious, needy, and germy. So, I never complain about helping men like you fuck something young and tender and afterwards disposing of her body for you. Since I still own my kill shack in the middle of the woods that nobody knows about, I took him there so he could enjoy her little tight holes while she could breathe still.
It’s also a great place to dispose of a body. The bears and the coyotes always seem happy for an offering. So, for a couple hours, my client just fucked this little bitch. Turned her into a ragdoll puppet. I mean this man could play for the NFL. He’s built solid and tall. His cock ravaged this little girl, literally split her little pussy in two. It looked like she gave birth to a bowling ball because he left a huge gaping hole.
As I suffocated her, he watched and jacked off. Then he dumped another load in her dead body. Hey, I don’t judge. If you’re into sex with dead bodies, go for it. Benefit, the bitch can’t run her mouth anymore. When I’m feeding a dead body to the wildlife out behind my kill shack, I never worry about cleanup. Nature becomes my accomplice. They never leave anything that could cause trouble for me or my client. My client’s DNA will never be found in bear shit.
I like the guy. Smart and twisted. The kind of man I don’t mind hunting with even for free. And not only did I gain a client, but I made an accomplice friend. So, this turned out to be a great assignment.
Castration phone sex I do best. So many men do not deserve their nuts. Let me reiterate, something gentleman, your balls are a privilege not an entitlement. And I only consider you a man if you sport a big cock and big nuts. So many men run around with big dick energy, with only a little knob between their legs.
Men like that I loathe. Over the weekend, a dip shit ran into the back of my car because he decided to look at his phone instead of the car ahead of him. And he missed the stoplight. But instead of apologizing or even asking me if I felt OK after he rammed me from behind, he went off on me. He did not appreciate my sarcasm. But I match energies. You act like a dick, and I will act like a bitch.
But I have experience with men like him. And I refused to succumb to his bullying. When the cops arrived, they forced him to give me his address so we could work out the insurance stuff amongst ourselves. However, the cop issued him a ticket for distracted driving causing an accident at a stoplight. So, I began plotting my revenge.
And two days later, he received the worst cock and ball torture sex of his life. Not only did I deflate his worthless balls, but I cut them off too. Although I wanted to kill him, I decided a life without balls would be better punishment. Every day he goes to piss, he will be reminded that his piss poor behavior resulted in the loss of his ball privileges.
Oh, did I make it hurt. I squeezed his balls making sure to dig my long nails into his flesh. Then I put hat pins through his ball sack and used a sounding device on his worthless dick. When I sliced off his balls, I joked that at least now his cock looked bigger.
Of course, his cock measured 3 inches. Most men with that big dick energy overcompensate for something. I made a bloody mess of his bed. You would be surprised how much a man bleeds when you slice off a testicle. But I sliced off two testicles. He didn’t deserve to have two or even one. I wanted him to feel the pain and the loss of his manhood.
I did not fear he would go to the police. Most men will never report this sort of thing for fear of embarrassment. Plus, I did my research. I compiled a long list of women willing to come forward and accuse him of force fucking them in various stages of too drunk to consent. All those women would testify against him in a heartbeat if he went to the police.
And I have connections everywhere. So, I told him if he ended up in prison, I would make sure men anally tortured him daily. Little bitch boys like him do not survive in prison for long. But he can survive without his balls.
So, he could choose to live without his balls and never go to the police or live without his balls and be black men’s ass rape porn star daily for years in prison. He chose wisely. I gave him a neat castration which felt like more than he deserved. But he will never fuck another woman. He will never masturbate again or procreate either. And he no longer sports big dick energy because I took the wind out of his sails quite literally.
Cannibalism phone sex keeps me fed throughout the winter months. In the fall, I hunt for girl meat. It’s something that I do annually. Believe it or not I’m a vegetarian. I would never eat an animal. I have far too much respect for them. But humans, on the other hand, seem like a completely different breed. Humans act cruelly unnecessarily. And they act unloyal. But animals stay loyal; and animals have your back no matter what. They’re never cruel.
I did not struggle to find the perfect meal. When I’m hunting for girl meat, I’m looking for certain things. Young because younger meat seems more tender. Making it far more succulent. No tattoos or excessive piercings on the body. I want a natural body. By that I mean, natural hair color, no implants and none of that junk in the face. Younger girls usually do not fuck up their looks with injectables quite yet.
Perhaps you could say I have acquired tastes. A delicate pallet. But the key to cooking girl meat properly involves patience. It takes a long time to prepare the perfect meal. The perfect snuff sex meal. I kept my dinner caged for weeks fattening her up. Gave her daily butter baths to soften her skin. Her fear turned me on.
Also, another key to the perfect meal is to cook the girl meat alive. Which doesn’t exactly sound humane. But when it comes to humans, I don’t give a fuck about being humane. This girl seemed like a stuck up little coed twat. And now I will be shitting her out all winter.
So, I can help you eat girl meat too. Tell you how to prepare it. And since I enjoy playing with my food, you can have a little fun with her before I start to prepare her for a feast. But we can make a teen porn and share a meal together. The perfect date night for a sick bitch. Plus, I hate eating alone. But this girl I kidnapped back in October will feed me through Spring.
She’s long dead. But one girl equals about 50 meals for me. And she didn’t give much in this world while alive, but she serves a greater good dead. And she’s saving me thousands on groceries. Some people hunt deer, I hunt girls. Play your cards right and you can be my accomplice phone sex partner.
Let’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.
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.
A 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.
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.
For 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.
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.
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.
Do 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.
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.
I’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 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 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.
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.
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.