I have no idea why I must be haunted by these little whores these days. I cannot even go to a shopping mall without having to deal with the miniature pukes and their overbearing sense of entitlement. I ran into a group of little mall rats when I was shopping with a friend of mine. They had the nerve to call me a Gothic Fatty. I may be on the goth side with my love of all things dark and satanic, but fat I am not. I quickly responded hissing at them and letting them know that I was the Gothic Goddess of Death sent up from the depths of hell to eat their little miserable souls. I gave my maniacal laugh that I always do and they skipped away giggling that I was a freak. 

My friend and I were more then prepared to show them what kind of freaks we were. The little sloots stayed around the mall till close. My guess is they were going to have a slumber party, all pilling in a typical suburban house wife SUV. My friend and I stayed quietly watching them in the dark from the back of the parking lot in his hearse. His hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel as he began to grit his teeth with anticipation, “Patience,” I urged. As they drove off we followed them, keeping up with them as they pulled into their concrete driveway alongside their perfectly manicured lawn. Once the lights went off they were ours, and slipping into their home was way too easy. 

The parents slept upstairs. On the main floor was only the small Chihuahua that was easily persuaded to our friendship with some beef jerky.  We slipped down the stairs where we could see faint light coming from out from under the door. As we slipped down the stairs and closed it behind us we could here the giggling and worse, pop music. I stood in the doorway. They continued to gossip among themselves and did not even notice me. That was until my good friend tripped the breaker to the basement. Screams rang out among the girls and a cell phone light flashed into my face as I moved to sit by their sides. The squealed as they noticed me sitting next to them 

That was when the real fun began. He grabbed two of the little brats up by their hair and tossed them onto the bed. I started to tie them with the large supply of infinity scarves the idiot had in her room. The last one was the ring leader of the plastic bitch cult. I grabbed her holding her by her chin. She asked what I wanted. I told her “Simple,” then licked my tongue up the side of her face tasting her skin “I told you I was coming for your soul.” She whimpered and pleaded for us to let her go but it was to late. I popped the little twats eyeball from her face and tossed it to the ground. He began to shove his cock into the hole, skull fucking the little puke till her brain was mush. 

As you could imagine the other two were freaked the fuck out. Crying and shaking on the bed their face had streams of tears flowing down it. We dragged the up the stairs by their hair. The wrists and ankles still tied up and slipped out the door without working mommy or daddy. My friend reached into daddy’s beautiful diesel truck and locked the emergency break. He tied the chain around her told half and then another chain to his steel reinforced bumped. He pulled her in half. Blood and guts splashing everywhere. He tossed her bottom half into the driveway and we left, taking the last little brat home for more fun later! 

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