I put the bloody in bloody phone sex. Personally, I detest killing if I cannot make a mess. Some folks might consider me a psychopath, but I see myself as an artist. I paint the walls and the floors with my victim. Part of it is me just being dramatic. But most of it I view as creative license with the human body.
This guy Michael hired me to kill him. I know, who would hire someone to kill them when they could swallow some pills or something. But Michael got himself in hot water with a jailbait girl. And the truth would come out sooner or later. Not only did he not want to go to prison, but he also did not want to saddle his family with the embarrassment and financial burden that comes with court and prison.
He acted kind of noble in a way. Hire me for killer phone sex, and his family gets his life insurance because he got murdered. And no legal proceedings to drag them through the mud. But I knew that I could not dispose of his body. I had to kill him and leave the body to be found so the life insurance would pay off. And I needed to make the murder look like a man did it and while his wife had an alibi. The police always look at the spouse when someone dies from murder.
I Love to Make a Bloody Mess When I Kill
But I am an excellent killer. And I went all out on this kill. As much as I wanted to castrate him for shits and giggles, I refrained. Sexual mutilation of the cock screams female culprit. So, I bludgeoned him to death with a baseball bat. His brain matter sprayed me and the walls. I did this in a no tell motel. But I drugged him first so he would not feel his skull crushing. The motel will be scrubbing his bone and brain matter off the stucco walls for ions.
After I was done, it looked like over kill. And I staged it to look like a robbery. The drugs I used will show up in his system, but the cops will think someone drugged him at one of the bars he stopped at first. I even paid a guy to rent the room under an alias. This is not a fancy place with cameras and the guy I paid appeared so strung out he won’t remember me or what he did for me.
Too bad I couldn’t take pictures of the crime scene. One of my best snuff sex encounters yet. And I won’t get credit for it either. But I did my job, took his money and his family will be better off. Win win all around.