October is the perfect time to make snuff movies and chill. Notice I didn’t say watch them but make them. Sure, I can watch a lot of hardcore snuff flicks, but I find it more fun to make snuff flicks. To capture that raw fear of your victim on film feels exhilarating. Until you’ve made your first kill, you never realize the way it makes you feel all powerful. I love that feeling. Although a lot of people might say I have no conscience, I argue just the opposite. I only kill people who deserve to die. Not my fault that is a lot of people.
I don’t want to get political because I’m not sure that politics has much to do with people being jackasses. But I do believe people feel emboldened to act like fools. And when they cross my path, they die. The buck stops here.
On a few occasions, somebody hired me to kill somebody for no reason. And the victim I ended up saving and killing the person who hired me instead. That doesn’t happen often. Usually, people hire me to kill a problem for them. And that problem might be a pervert or maybe a gold digger or extortionist or blackmailer or just a crazy bitch.
Charlie hired me for killer phone sex. He wanted to kill this little bitch from the neighborhood. And he made her sound like an evil bitch. But since I always stalk my prey and gather my own Intel before completing an assignment, I quickly learned that he only wanted her dead because she rejected him.
Although I am a Stone Cold Killer, I Have My Own Form of Moral Compass
And he’s about 40 years older than this girl. I can’t just kill a girl because she told you no. Grow a fucking pair of balls you pussy. I don’t condone incel behavior. As a woman I know we don’t owe you jack fucking shit. If we don’t want to go out with you or we don’t want to fuck you, find somebody who will. And don’t act like women exist for you.
Although I did kidnap the girl, she lived. And Charlie died. In my usual fashion, I let the girl help me kill the very man who wanted her dead. It’s an important lesson for everyone to learn, but sometimes you just need to kill a man like Charlie.
She did not hesitate after I showed her encrypted messages between him and me talking about wanting her dead. And her only crime seemed to be telling him she did not want to go out on a date. The girl told me she had just turned 18. So, I suspect he asked her out before that birthday, making it even more perverted, because this guy just turned 63. Never been married either. No surprise there.
I Love Turning a Victim into My Ingenue
Well, he will not make his 64th birthday. I taught the girl who rejected him how to make a man suffer. And I gave her several knives so she could experiment with torture. And I witnessed the change in her face when she plunged a knife deep into his gut. Hearing his insides slush around like that, plus hearing his screams no doubt got her pussy wet.
The death of a predator or somebody who means you harm feels intoxicating. You get hooked. And you want more. After that first knife plunge, she upped the torture sex quota. She sliced his dick off. I’m not talking about castration. She removed the entire dick. Leaving him with a little bloody stump to pee from. And of course, his balls, which I assume seem even more worthless now.
I told you I have a conscience. Although I do love to kill and I kill every chance I get, I’m not just going to kill some bitch for no good reason. And I don’t consider being butt hurt over rejection a proper reason to kill a young girl. I’m sort of a vigilante. But I’m part mercenary too. I do kill for money all the time. But normally, I’m killing because of some form of self-preservation for my client.
This dude just seemed butt hurt because a girl way too young for him said no to him. And I can’t allow that level of misogynistic behavior to continue. So, we flipped the script, and the victim became my sadistic accomplice. I even helped her dispose of the body. I think I might have a new ingenue.
