Bloody Phone Sex Fun in My New Closer to Home Kill Shack

Bloody phone sex with me can get graphic. I love a great splatter. I built a new kill shack in the woods. Half the size of the old fishing cabin I inherited. Although that first kill shack has some storied it could tell, I need something a little closer to home for when I act impulsively.

I do not know if with age, I have lost some of my patience. Or perhaps, the world just over produces assholes now. I am not that old to be so cynical, but I have never been a people person as they say, LOL. But my new kill shack is 10 miles from home, built on private property. And not my property either. But someone I knew and killed. He had no one to leave anything too. And I have posed as him for the past 6 years paying the property tax with his money.  I set it up on quarterly automatic payments.

However, no one reported him missing because he was a recluse. A former mentor of sorts who crossed a line and paid for it with snuff sex. I built like an underground kill shack. Like a bomb shelter with cement floors and a drainpipe for easy clean up. Lots of wildlife nearby like the original kill shack to dispose of bodies.  Took me two years almost to build this underground kill and torture shed, but I debut it last night for Rick.

I Built a Knew Kill Shack So Watch Out

I only got his name from his wallet. Some tool ran me off the road because I passed him. He fucked with the wrong girl. I drugged him when he got out of the car to berate me for passing him in a passing zone. A little pixie dust blown in his face paralyzed him instantly. This magic dust keeps the head feeling and thinking. Just cannot move. I enjoyed dismembering him limb by limb. His eyes said it all. Told me the pain he felt.

I talked with him, let him know he fucked with the wrong bitch. Made sure he knew he would not survive the torture sex. The pain in his eyes gave me so much joy. I made a bloody mess. However, cleaning up was a breeze. I hosed off the blood splatter and some of his insides. But his limbs I carried up in a garbage bag and fed to the wildlife. Oh, I am going to enjoy my closer to home kill shack.

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