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Guys call be all the time for bad babysitter phone sex. I hate brats so I have no problem being the evil accomplice to the snuffing of a young brat on or off the phone. Sometimes I pose as a real babysitter to get access to little brats. It is amazing how many folks do not check references. I have a fake profile on a babysitting site. I wear a wig and glasses. I do not look Goth. I have fake references. And every week someone calls me. I ignore most of the calls. They come in on my burner cell that’s not traceable. I keep it active because some guy will hire me for my dark services, and he will want to explore rape phone sex fantasies with a young girl. If he does not have the girl already captive or picked out, I will answer a babysitting call if it is for a young girl. I got one last week but had to wait till this week when I could get a babysitting call. Last night, he came to the house where I was sitting. I had the little girl all ready for him to fuck. She was drugged and out cold. I had a plastic sheet down on the bed because there would be blood. He has been wanting to fuck a young girl for ions. It has always been his fantasy, but he never knew how to make it happen until he saw my ad on the dark net. Most guys must wait several weeks or a month for me to get the right babysitting gig, but this guy got it in less than two weeks. He did not last long inside her tiny little cunt either. Few men do. He made a mess of her. But she would not remember a thing. I cleaned up the mess between her legs, got rid of the plastic tarp and put her clothes back on. Parents would not notice a thing, well not until it was too late to find a babysitter named Ashley Burton who does not exist. I love being an accomplice phone sex partner.
Winter is the best time to make snuff porn. Less people out and about may make it challenging to find victims, but it also makes it easier to kidnap in broad daylight too. I saw these little girls making snow angels and sledding behind a school. It was not in my neighborhood. I drove to the next county over to hunt. I rarely hunt in my backyard. One of the many ways I avoid detection. This was a planned kidnapping because I had an accomplice. While he was having coffee with his sister, his two young and super cute nieces were having fun in the snow not far away. When they would not come home, he would be alibied by his own sister, the girls’ mom. I had the girls for almost 24 hours before he could safely get away from his sister and the media frenzy that accompanies the disappearance of two cute white girls. It was being treated as a non-custodial parent abduction. Pinned on the pissed off dad who just lost custody for his druggy ways. My client has been jonesing to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for his nieces for years now. Until he met me, it was all just sick fantasies running around in his head. I help sick fantasies cum true. I had him wear a mask and I drugged them to help protect his identity. I wanted to kill these little cock teases, but he just wanted to fuck them. I was hired for a catch and release job. I did get off watching him fuck their tiny little holes. They bled like little virgins do. They cried too. We kept them drugged and tied up for days while he fucked their little holes raw, and the entire world was looking for them. I douched their little swollen cunts to get rid of the DNA. I dumped them somewhere folks would find them and watched on TV as the authorities arrested their daddy for their kidnapping and sexual assault. With me as your accomplice phone sex partner, I can make your most depraved fantasies cum true.
Castration phone sex is my specialty, yet daily some looser IMs me with a “What’s up Boo,” or “I cannot wait to fuck you,” or even worse, “You gonna drain these nuts, bitch?” Those losers are stupid and do not read. We have bios and blogs for a reason. I do not do submissive calls. I do not do fuck calls. At least not your traditional fuck calls. I am a sick bitch. I carry a big knife and I am not afraid to use it. I castrate men who think they can make me their bitch. In what planet do I look or sound like the kind of girl who takes Daddy’s dick? I was born into this world to be a sick bitch. I was raised to be a dominant bitch. I do not do typical fuck calls. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch who enjoys your pain, anyone’s pain. The last loser who tried to fuck me with his worthless pecker got his dick cut off with his balls. I turned his balls into earrings. Men need to take heed of me. I am a Goth chick with a perverted mind. There is not an ounce of me who is submissive. I do not care how big your dick is or how much money you have either. You are my victim or my accomplice. I will cut off a big dick as easily as I will chop off a worthless pecker if you try to treat me like your bitch. Chris was Iming me all last night with misogynistic words. He got a much different call than he wanted. That is because the caller is never always right with me. I am right. What I say goes. I am not playing the part of some love sick submissive bitch just because you pay for it. I took his dick and his balls. And I will take yours too if you try to make me your bitch, your victim or your girlfriend. Consider yourself warned.
Killer phone sex fantasies are common. But I do not just have fantasies. I act on my desires. I am not the type of woman to show restraint. I am a narcissist and a sociopath. The only things different from me and most serial killers is that I never hurt animals, and no one diddled me as a little girl. I think even as a schoolgirl men knew not to touch me because I would have stabbed them in the heart. I had a weird fascination with knives when girls my age were playing with Barbie dolls. I grew up to be a taboo phone sex bitch because it is in my DNA. My grandpa on my dad’s side was a sadistic bastard who liked only me. I was his protégé. He was the warden and owner of a private prison once upon a time, but the government shut him down for cruel and unusual experiments on prisoners. I inherited his estate, which came with an electric chair and a huge knife collection worth over a million dollars because many of the knives go back centuries. My first kill was as my grandpa’s accomplice. He had kidnapped this young teen slut. She was hitchhiking. Grandpa used me as a wingman. Girls felt safe taking a ride from a grandpa with his young granddaughter in the car. I remember that first kill like it was yesterday. Grandpa had her tied up and naked. He fucked her and then carved her up like a side of beef. He left the deadly cut to me, though. That was my first snuff porn, and I was in a Catholic school outfit. My white blouse turned bright red when I stabbed my grandpa’s fuck meat in the chest. I went crazy stabbing her like 40 times. I was in a frenzied state because I was so excited to kill. My grandpa groomed me to be the stealth serial killer I am today. He gave me the knowledge, skills and tools to remain undetected by the police or FBI. I miss my grandpa, but I know I am making him proud in hell.
I am a blasphemous sex bitch. I believe in nothing. And I would pick Satan over God any day. I think churches rob their followers blind. Stupid sheep who need to believe in something to get through a day. I have my own Pagan rituals and they involve blood and sacrifice. I believe in two things life and death. That is it. We are born and we die. Some die sooner than others. And some die at the hands of a blasphemous bitch like me. Almost every night, I kill some loser. My sacrifice to Satan or any dark lord. Often, I am killing vacuous mean girl cunts, small dicked losers, tools and soul stealing brats. I have no use for any of them. Last night, I was in the mood for a young sacrifice. Some young stupid lamb who goes to Sunday school and church. Girls like that grow up to be frigid cunts and holly rollers who think they are better than everyone else. Best to kill them young before they grow up and wreak havoc on your life. This little brat was dressed in a white laced dress with Mary Jane shoes. She had her blonde locks in barrettes. She was getting ice cream at this little kiosk when I snatched her. I put a knife to her back and told her I would stab her dead if she screamed. She walked willingly out the mall door with me. Her parents were nearby no doubt, but no one noticed me grabbing this little brat until it was too late. I had her in my cabin, naked and chained when the amber alert went off on my phone. This little cunt was some one’s precious angel. To me, she was about to be a sacrifice. I gutted her like a pig. Buried my knife deep into her tender flesh and scooped out her insides. I watched her die slowly and brutally. I said a few blasphemous words while she bled out. After my snuff porn sacrifice, I fed her to the coyotes. They are the best accomplices because they devour every trace of evidence. Who can we sacrifice together?
Castration phone sex Christmas? Christmas may have come and gone, but I am still castrating losers. Ball removal is my gift to me. I have quite the collection this year too. I have severed more testicles this month than I have all year. I had no clue there were so many losers around who needed to part with their balls. I met one such loser at Walmart last night. I hate going to Walmart. Only the dregs of society shop at Wally World. My phone charger died on me, and it was the only place open in the middle of the night to get a new one. I sucked it up and the first person I meet is a douche bag player who thought he could pick up a Goth chick in Walmart. I would never date or hook up with some leisure suit Larry I met at Walmart. He stalked me. He harassed me. And when he got pissy after I rejected him, I decided he need a free ball removal. I was not even going to charge him. This castration was on me. I played his game. I got him to think he was in control luring me back to his apartment. I know he thought he was going to bang me. I mean I am not desperate. I am never desperate. He did not deserve to live thinking I was going to fuck him. Men are so delusional. I do not pick up guys in Walmart. I spiked his drink when he was not looking. He woke up tied to a chair naked. I stuffed my panties in his mouth which was as close to my hot pussy as he was going to get. Torture sex ensued when I whacked his balls off with a kitchen knife. I could have cauterized the wound, but he annoyed me. I mean who hits on women at 1 am in a Walmart? No man that deserves to reproduce. No clue if he bled out or if he was able to get some help. I left his severed balls on the table with a Christmas bow. If he survives and gets his balls reattached, they will never work like they once did. I made him a eunuch for Christmas.
It was a castration phone sex Christmas for me. It is a tradition for me. I have no family alive anymore, but that does not give me the holiday blues. I always find some poor sap who wants to spend Christmas with me. Some schmuck who overestimates my need for him. I was sitting at a bar alone last night. I knew someone would approach me. Someone always does. They falsely assume I am desperate and lonely. They think I am an easy lay. They think they are doing me a favor by taking me home. Cannot play the player. This loser fell into my lap so easily last night. He had cheesy pick-up lines, and back-handed compliments. Just some loser who has to troll for pussy. He will not be trolling any more because I took his nuts. I could have killed him. Perhaps, I should have killed him. I wanted him to be scarred for life and I wanted him to have a memory that would never fade. He will never troll for another chick again because I neutered him. I took is balls in his own bed. He never saw it coming either. He had me pinned on his bed, but I was not helpless. My big sharp knife was nearby. And that knife sliced his testicles off with one swipe. The look on his face was priceless. I do not think he felt it until he saw the blood. It was like the alcohol and shock numbed the initial pain, but once he saw the blood and his severed balls, he knew what happened. He fell over and I had to decide if this was just torture sex, or a snuff date. I went into his kitchen and heated up a pan. Then I cauterized his wound. He will have a nasty scar, but he will live, and he will never fuck again. He will not underestimate women ever again either.
Killer phone sex fantasies are on overdrive right now. Tensions are high because of the holidays. Extra stress this time of year. I get it. I, however, never have stress. Why? Because I kill and castrate and torture annoying fucks. It is very therapeutic. I encountered a man with road rage this week. He got pissed at me because I did not turn right on red. Well, there was a woman in the crossway. She had the right of way. Pedestrians always do. He honked his horn and flipped me off. If that had been all he did, he would still be alive. This asshole rode my bumper honking at me for two miles. Then he ran me off the road. I snapped a picture of his license plate and ran his plates. I can hack the DMV. I have mad computer skills. Anyway, I stalked the dude. Went by his house, watched him for a few hours. Decided he was home alone for a while, despite being married with a family. I broke in and jammed his alarm system. I was just going to castrate him, but he came at me with a gun. He has a right to defend himself in his own home, but I have a right to fight back. I just wanted to teach him some manners and he went ape shit on me, so I cut him. Not a fatal cut, but one deep enough to slow him down so I could strip him and tie him up. I had no idea how long the family was gone, but since I saw a meal for one, I assumed awhile. My instincts are mostly good. Once I had him tied down, I stripped him naked and took his manhood. I sliced his balls off in his marriage bed. Sexual mutilation is personal. Not for me, but castration phone sex is often blamed on an ex-scorned. No way would anyone think road rage led to the destruction I did to his body. The guy is dead. I mutilated his sex organs, gutted him like a pig and let him bleed out for his wife to find. The way I saw it, I was spreading holiday cheer killing one tool at a time. Who is next?
I made a holiday snuff porn last night. Holiday horror and holiday themed snuff flicks are popular. This was a custom-made movie for a client. He wanted to see little girls get slaughtered under the Christmas tree. I knew just what to do too. I kidnapped three little girls. It was perfect. They were at the mall getting photos with Santa. The mall over Christmas, is a great place to find some tender aged flesh to fuck and snuff. I am a good scout. I always know which ones to take. I lured the babysitter away with them. I think she was actually their big sister. My client got a bonus hot teen slut to kill. I gave her some line about auditioning for a horror movie, and she bought it. It was not a lie. She was going to star in a horror flick. My partner in crime was waiting for me at the cabin. The little angels were just what he wanted for Christmas. They were pretty little doll babies. Big sister led them all to their death. The girls were in cute matching red velvet dresses. I had a Christmas tree and all the lights on too. My cabin living room looked like a Christmas out of a Normal Rockwell painting. Then it turned into Black Christmas. There were naked girls being force fucked and slaughtered with big knives. There was carnage. Blood and guts spilled onto the floor as my accomplice stabbed tender flesh. The younger they are, the brighter the blood. It was a blood bath. Girls crying and screaming as my partner penetrated their little pussy holes with his big cock. They screamed just as loud when his knives penetrated their flesh. Holiday snuff movies always make me bank, but this one will make me a millionaire.
I was surprised how many men want castration phone sex for the holidays. Many men want to ring in the new year without balls. Guess what? I am more than happy to remove your balls. They are overrated and the cause of so many problems in this world. Men are slaves to their nuts and that makes them do stupid shit. I have a running ad on the dark net for ball removal. Many guys wuss out. They contact me, even agree to my payment, but never show up. I was not expecting Trevor to show up, but he did. He was excited about having his nut sack removed. I rarely see a man so happy to say bye bye to his nuts as him. I had my castration chair ready. I had it decked out for the holidays with garland and Christmas lights. I had all my knives lined up and ready to use. Even had a soldering pen on hand to cauterize the wound. He paid me the ten thousand in cash that I asked. This was like stealing candy from a brat. I thought this was easy. Then I saw him naked. The biggest ball sack I have ever seen. Nuts I would expect to see on an elephant or a horse, but not a 5’7 man. I think he must have had some sort of ailment for them to be that big. I did my best to get a castration band around that huge ball sack, but nothing I had was big enough, so I tied them off with rope. Took longer than usual to turn purple. No knife was severing his balls. I used a box cutter. There was a lot of blood. That little pen did nothing because it was a gaping wound. I had to use a heated frying pan. I got his balls gone, but it was pure torture sex for him with such a large nut sack. I get why he wanted them gone. Sitting on a bowling ball cannot be comfortable. That was the first castration I have done that required so much labor. If I could take his bowling ball nuts, I can take yours.