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Knife Play Phone Sex Earned Me the Nickname the Wicked Butcher

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earned me the nickname, The Wicked Butcher. And I like that name. So, it is my handle on the dark net. Men or women who hire me for some nefarious act, only know me as The Wicked Butcher. Mostly men hire me to help them kill. But occasionally, a woman seeking revenge hires me.

Last night, I worked with a scorned wife. Her husband left her for a barely legal receptionist. And not only did he leave her, but he also wants to cut her off financially and take custody of their son too. To say she is pissed off would be a huge understatement. Her reaction to her husband’s actions seemed reasonable. I would be out for blood too.

I wanted to torture the loser. Castrate him and make him a snuff porn star. However, to protect my client, we needed to make this look like a robbery gone wrong. Otherwise, all suspicion would be on my client. The gaslit and scorned wife would be the only suspect in her husband’s murder. The police would not look for other suspects.  She needed an alibi and a crime that looked random, not personal.

Some Kills Seem More Satisfying Than Others

Let me tell you how hard it is for me to do a quick kill. I savor the torture and my victim’s pain. But the money she paid me to kill her husband trumped my desire to prolong his misery. While she went to the movies with her son, I followed her husband and stabbed him. As a sadistic bitch, I know just where to cut so my victim bleeds out.

It took all my willpower to not gut him like a pig. But if I gutted him like a pig, spilling his entrails, the kill would look personal to the cops. So, he got one stab in his femoral artery and another in his gut. And I waited for him to die. While he bled out, I whispered in his ear, “Your wife sends her regards.” Once he collapsed dead on the grown, I took his watch and wallet as trophies for my client. Maybe not the most satisfying kill ever, but I did have a bloody phone sex good time.

Only Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Found Here

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies, I welcome every day. Men who call me for vanilla sex, never seem pleased when I want to castrate them. But not my fault a guy does not realize what a snuff site offers. If you are dumb enough to call a sadistic bitch on a snuff site for vanilla sex, you deserve whatever comes your way.

I will say it until I am blue in the face. A man can only be my accomplice or my victim. The truth is, I do not need a partner. I am capable of mayhem all on my own. Standing only 5’2, I sure know how to handle myself. I think most men underestimate a short Goth girl.  But no one should ever underestimate me.

Over the weekend, I worked with John to explore his teen rape porn addiction with a young girl. I took him to a different county where we could not be linked easily to the crime. Surrogate victims work best for men. Because if you kill someone close to you, the police view you as a suspect. We found the perfect teen girl at the mall for him. But after I went through all the trouble of kidnapping her and bringing her to my cabin in the woods, he got cold feet.

If You Pay Me to Hunt and Kill for You, Do Not Get Cold Feet

He paid me $300,000 to fuck and kill a young girl. What did he think would happen? I always deliver what a man pays for. And since he did not want to force fuck or kill her, I coached her on how to torture him. Someone needed to die. And if you pay for a service, allow me to take some big risks, then back out, you deserve to die. So, I let this teen girl exact her revenge.

She did not heed my suggestion to inflict torture sex slowly. When she plunged my knife into his belly, he bled out quickly. Although a quick death never satisfies me, I did become $300,000 richer. Plus, another loser bit the bullet. And I have a new young protégé. She appears to be a natural born killer like me.

I am Always in the Mood to Make a Snuff Porn

snuff pornI found myself in a snuff porn mood last night. However, I did not want to watch it. I wanted to make it. But I had no client to hunt with. And I did not have anyone on my hit list. So, I went out to find some annoying twat or tool. Both appeared out in droves last night too. I went to this college bar because I knew some sorority girl or frat boy would say or do something to get on my hit list.

And just as I expected, all sorts of collegiate twats showed off their poor behavior. Sure, I might be the ultimate mean girl considering I kill bitches and tools. However, in my everyday interactions with folks, I never just spew hate at someone for no reason. But coeds think their shit don’t stink. So, I showed one mean girl what happens to bitches.

I enjoy the torture sex of young sluts. And I picked the girl I did because I do not even think her friends liked her. Total bitch. Bossy and mean for no reason. I spiked her drink and waited for her to stumble out of the bar to scoop her up. Honestly, I did not expect her to come out alone, but she did. Her friends did not care if she got home safely. She made her bed now she would die in it.

All I Need to Do is Step Out of My House to Find Some Twat Who Deserves to Be Tortured

She did not wake up until I had her tied to my medieval rack I inherited from my grandfather. But she could scream all she wanted. I sound proofed this room. She screamed a lot too. I made sure to inflict the maximum amount of pain. Although I knew I wanted to sexually mutilate her body, I did not know where to begin exactly. So, I stabbed her cunt repeatedly until she gushed blood. Then I turned my attention to her perky little tits. Sliced the nipples off. Then I cut the areolas off and eventually gave her a raw double mastectomy.

After hours of sexual mutilation phone sex fun, I plunged my knife in her belly button and eviscerated her. Scooped her bloody carcass up and tossed her in the woods. She is coyote and bear shit now. It has become so easy lately to find stupid bitches to slaughter. I just need to step outside my door.

Only Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Fulfilled Here

violent phone sexIt’s only violent phone sex fantasies that I indulge. You are my victim. Or I am your accomplice. Nothing else. I am not looking to be your girlfriend. And I do not want to know about your day or cuddle. None of the coupling bullshit for me. I am here for the violence. The mayhem and the blood also.

And my mercenary ads make that clear too. No refunds because you don’t read the contract. But as a killer for hire, I take precautions. Sure, my contracts a court would never validate. But I don’t need a court. Just your signature and your ID on file to keep you in line. If I go down because of some love lorn tool or some chicken shit loser, I will take them with me.

Arnold demanded a refund after we killed and mutilated his ex-girlfriend because I would not fuck him in her blood. I do not mix business with pleasure. And I stated that in the contract he signed along with the no refund policy. So, Arnold had to die too. It takes a special kind of stupid to demand a refund from the person who you just watched torture and kill your ex-girlfriend. To do that, you have a snuff sex death wish.

I am The Queen of Torture

And I grant death wishes. I took longer to kill him though than his ex. He deserved some intense suffering. Plus, he deserved cock and ball torture for thinking he could fuck me. I had zero trouble overpowering him because I made him believe that I wanted to ride his big dick. Handcuffed him and tied him to his bed. I put his balls in a vice grip. But I slowly cranked it until I busted each nut. Cigarette burns to his dick. And I bit chunks of his cock off too. Little cuts to his pee hole and flesh. Not deep enough to make him bleed out. But enough to hurt.

 I am the queen of torture sex which means I can prolong your agony like I did his. But I eventually gave him a fatal cut to an artery and let him bleed out. Do not feel sorry for him. Not my fault he was a dumb fuck.

Knife Play Phone Sex Because I Can Inflict Maximum Pain with a Kinfe

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I inherited a massive knife collection from my grandpa when he died. Some of these knifes historians would consider priceless because they date back hundreds of years. My grandpa bought most of them on the black market, so they are not traceable. No one knows I have these knives. But I never leave a dead body anywhere for folks to discover. I let nature take care of the remains. But when I castrate or mutilate men, the knife pattern will not be traceable if a victim goes to the police.

Did you know that a forensic specialist can tell you the type of knife used to stab someone. Then they can see who has purchased one of those knives in recent months. So, when I do a free castration phone sex visit, I use an untraceable knife. Plus, I enjoy using ancient knives to remove a man’s junk. It offers a more barbaric or medieval feel to the torture.

Knives just have more versatility than a gun. You cannot torture someone with a gun. You aim, you shoot, they die or bleed out. It’s quick. The pain does not last long. Although I often cauterize the wound after I remove the balls, the pain lasts. It’s a physical and psychological pain. If a man did not want to be castrated, he lives with the pain of never being erect again. Psychological pain can last forever.

A Knife I Feel is More Versatile Than a Gun

I gave a free castration over the weekend. He deserved it. This hipster douche bag tried to spike drinks at the Goth bar. Did you know a girl can wear a certain nail polish that if she dips her finger in a drink, it turns a different color when the drink contains roofies? Few men do. But I tested a few drinks and lured the culprit back to his place. He wanted to fuck a Goth girl.

But I did not want to fuck him. However, I did want to inflict maximum cock and ball torture sex pain. So, I used a rustic knife to chop his balls off. And I did let him bleed a little before I cauterized his wound. Normally, I take the balls as a souvenir. In my dungeon torture chamber, I have over 100 balls in a jar fermenting as a reminder. Sort of my trophies. But I left this bastard’s balls in his mouth to shut him up.

He appeared to still be breathing when I left. But he passed out from the shock. Dumbass. You do not come into a Goth bar and spike drinks to force fuck women. Not in my bar. Not on my watch.

Killer Phone Sex Bitch Removes Your Cock and Balls for Any Reason

killer phone sexBeing a killer phone sex bitch never gets dull. And that’s the main reason I like this job. Plus, it makes me look legitimate to the government, you know? Although I make great money doing this, most of my money comes from being a mercenary. People find me on the dark web and hire me to help them kill someone. Or perhaps, they want me to mutilate their junk. You might be surprised what folks pay for. And how much they pay for their dark needs.

Clay hired me to castrate him. He claims that he tried many times to do it himself but always chickened out. Of course, I took the gig. So, a few men I castrate want to be castrated. However, most of my victims got a free junk removal because they pissed me off in some way or hurt someone I know. But a few wimps like Caly understand that their junk causes more problems than it is worth.

Extreme cock and ball torture sex guys want the ultimate CBT. Others know that their micro penises never please women, so why even keep it. And some men prey on young girls and women. They believe they cannot control their sexual urges. Urges that will land them in jail. Personally, I don’t give a fuck why you want your junk removed or mutilated. I only care about the money.

I Love to Castrate Dumbasses

However, Clay’s reason for wanting castrated proved to be a first for me. He already violated his very young niece. Although she is not too young to rat him out to her parents. So, this loser thought that if I chemically castrated him, he would have a sort of alibi for the crime. If his dick cannot get hard or produce any cum, how could he have violated that little girl. Dumbass, his DNA could still be tested. But I did not tell him that.

In fact, I relished the fact that he would lose his junk and likely get arrested too. If you want to diddle little girls, go right ahead and diddle away. But be smarter than Clay. I gave him the castration phone sex he needed and wanted. But not a chemical castration. That would be too easy and painless. I busted his balls. Then I chopped them right off with garden shears. Made a bloody mess of his bathroom. I got the money. All I cared about. However, I guess now he cannot commit any more sex crimes because he will never get hard again.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Because We All Have a Killer Instinct

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies live rent free in our minds. But for most people, that’s where they stay. In their minds. But not me. I am not most folks. I have an impulse control disorder. When I meet someone who annoys me or pisses me off with their actions or words, it takes every bit of inner strength to control my murderous impulses. However, there is a time and place for murder. So, I learned to hone my rage. My grandfather taught me self-control. And how to kill undetected.

If not for my grandpa, I would have been sent to prison as a teen. In a fit of rage, I killed my high school bully in the woods on my way home from school. Although no one saw me, I left my DNA everywhere. And I did not hide the body. I ran. But I was covered in blood. At first my grandpa thought I injured myself. So, I confessed what I had done. And my grandpa cleaned up my mess.

Anyone Can Get Away with Murder But They Need to Learn How

However, he saw the killer phone sex instinct in me. He recognized it because he had the same instincts as me. But he learned how to kill undetected. And how to clean up a crime scene to avoid detection. My second kill he supervised. He even picked out the victim for me. Another bully from school. But not a bully of mine. He taught me about surrogates. If I have a personal beef with someone and its well known, I become a suspect when they die or disappear.

But if I find a similar person whom I have no connection with, my name will never come up as a suspect. I have killed a couple folks with a connection to me, but a connection no one would put together. For the most part, I still practice all the snuff sex techniques my grandpa taught me. And now I teach others how to do the same thing. You can get always with murder too. But you need my help.

Sadistic Phone Sex Could Put You in Prison or The Morgue with Me

sadistic phone sexAll I know is sadistic phone sex. I could not work on a vanilla line. Why? Because I do not know the first thing about being vanilla. And I do not want to learn. Vanilla appears just too basic and boring for me. I am the one you call when you have fantasies that could get you arrested or land you in the morgue. I am a maneater. Consider yourself warned.

For the most part I am asexual. Fucking does not guide my daily actions. However, my thirst for pain and suffering does guide me. The way I see life, you act like a tool or dumbass, you do not deserve to live. We should view life as a privilege not an entitlement. And privileges can be revoked for bad acts or bad manners.

I will admit my threshold for stupidity drops monthly. We have inclement weather. Icy roads with snow coming down on and off. Too cold for salt to work very well. But I needed to go out for an assignment. However, some asshole drove by me like he had a snuff sex wish. And he caused an accident that hurt a woman and her daughter. And could have hurt me too. The jackass fled the scene.

Some Folks are Just to Stupid and Reckless to Live

I am not completely heartless. So, I stopped to help the car he pushed off the road and called 911. But my photographic memory stored the make and model of the car, as well as the license plate. However, I left that part out to the police because I planned to exact revenge for this woman and her daughter. Folks like do not deserve to drive or breathe.

And I have my ways of finding out anything and everything I need about a person. Later that night, I showed up at his house. Of course, I broke in through an unlocked window armed with a few knives and chloroform in case I had to knock out other folks under his roof. Of course, the loser lived alone. Men like that cannot keep women. Normally, I enjoy long torture sex sessions before I kill someone. But this was more like a smash and grab.

I stabbed him over 50 times. Overkill to make it look personal instead of a random act of violence. And as he choked on his own blood, I told him exactly why he had to die. And I watched him choke on his own blood as he bled out. Perhaps the kill did not feel as satisfying as others, but I rid the world of one less asshole. And that does feel satisfying.

Evil Phone Sex Because Being Good is No Fun

evil phone sexEvil phone sex because why not? This is a fantasy phone line. We can get as dark as you want. However, you can only be my accomplice or my victim. And I am not looking for a boyfriend or even a lover. I am looking for an equally evil mind or a depraved masochist. But I get disappointed a lot. And when I get disappointed, I kill. I must take my frustration out on someone.

Damien seemed promising.  I mean the name alone conjures up images of evil. He hired me to kill his ex-business partner who screwed him over and disappeared with a several million dollars, bankrupting his business. Even though he bounced back eventually, for years he dreamed of revenge. He saw my mercenary ad, and thought I could help find his ex-partner.

I am more than just a sadistic phone sex killer. My skills also include tracking. And I found his former partner, in the next state with a new identity. But a stolen identity. And I thought Damien would act happier that I found him so quickly. But he got cold feet. He tried to renege on our agreement and not pay me the rest of the money he owed me. It does not work like that. I have a strict no refund policy. If he did not want me to kill his ex-partner, then I told him I would kill him. He laughed at me like this was a game.

People Who Underestimate Me Always Pay the Price

Men always underestimate me. And that pisses me off more than trying to back out of a deal. So, I showed Damien how evil I could be. I gutted him like a pig. Slowly too. Huge knife in his belly button that I moved all the way up his sternum. His entrails spilled out of his body and onto the floor. He had this amazed look on his face. But he asked for it. I laughed as he tried to hold his guts in. However, he could not do that. The dude literally spilled his guts on his kitchen floor.

Although I did not get to savor the torture sex like usual, he had to die. Impulse kills seem less satisfying to this evil bitch. But sometimes a man just needs to die. And Damien needed to die. Biggest disappointment ever. Let this be a warning to you. Do not renege on an agreement. And never underestimate me.

Accomplice Phone Sex is Therapeutic

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex calls will be on the rise in 2025 I predict. As folks stress about the cost of living, they need a creative outlet for their frustration and fear. But for some folks to get up the nerve to take out all their rage, they need a seasoned pro like me. Perhaps, you could call me a mercenary. I am a gun for hire. However, I never use a gun.

I am more of a knife girl. In fact, I have never owned a gun. For protection, I always have a knife or two strapped to my body. And in case of a home invasion, I have knives hidden all over the house. Plus, I keep my favorite knife under my pillow as I sleep. Much harder to find the culprit of a violent crime when the murder weapon appears to be a knife wound. Police can check for gunpowder residue. They can match bullets to where they were purchased.  

If you want to kill someone, knife play phone sex just seems a better and safer option. Plus, a knife death takes skill. However, killing with a gun just takes good aim. A knife can torture your victim better too. And I am a firm believer that if you want to take a ride on the dark side, make it last. We can savor our kill much more when we prolong the death. Thus, providing a more therapeutic experience for the killer.

To Kill Requires Control and Skill and That Can Be Learned

And I am all about therapeutic kills. Work out the rage on a young body. Or anybody, as long as it is not my body, LOL. I would kill an accomplice who even looked at me wrong. But folks who hire this sadistic bitch for a snuff sex kill need my expertise to not get caught. You need impulse control to get out your rage and most people lack the impulse control to safely act alone.

And I know from experience a rage kill requires help. My grandpa cleaned up my first kill when I was a schoolgirl. And he trained me how to harness my rage and kill undetected. Now, I pass that knowledge on to men like you, for a fee of course.