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Highway 666

There’s a little place I know where the dead walk and roam . . . a place of evil that’s trapped inside the walls. Can you hear the groans? It’s sick. I want to know what’s underneath. I scratch at the antique paper coating the places I can’t go . . . slivers pierce my fingernails and rodents bite my ankles here. I want to escape. But it’s too late. Once you let it in, you have to stay inside. There’s no way out. You’re trapped here now. Look into my eyes. Do you see my soul? It’s black and aged . . . here, you should never go. I can’t stop manipulating. Every word out of my mouth is a lie belated, waiting. Waiting to sink my claws deep in you and drag you to the depths of all unholy creation. The world through a monster’s eye. There’s a cabin off the road on Highway 666. It’s a shack I go to sometimes when I’m in the mood for a little hunting and driving. Sometimes both at once–other times, I’m a patient little fuck. When it gets dark outside and the trees are swaying back and forth, I hear whispering in those hollow logs that echos through the weeping willows. The last time I was there, I could’ve sworn I saw a stupid bitch running around out there. It was about 2AM, and I decided to go see for myself. When I got out, I heard crying coming from all directions. “Come here honey,” I called out in a sweet-as-sugar voice, dripping with the kind of evil that grabs your ankles and twists around you. Squeezes the good outta you from the inside out. Takes it, destroys it, and leaves you dark and cold forever . . . I found the little twerp sitting underneath a big maple tree out in the woods around the cabin. I took her hair in my hands and looked deep into her eyes . . . She was shaking and shivering in fear–guess she didn’t like what stared back at her.

Jagged Little Pill

There’s nothing like hydrocodone ground up beneath the heel of my dirty boot. Go ahead, lean down and sniff that shit. Don’t be a pussy. Snort it up. Get that powder deep up in that nasal cavity. Smell that? Yeah baby. LOL!  You wanna get high as the fucking sky? That’s the best time to conduct a kill. Every time you take a deep breath, feel yourself riding the euphoric wave of life on its way to the end. I’m going to make you keep at it until you fucking die. That’s right you stupid asshole. I know my stash was raided last night. You left your grubby fingerprints all over the crime scene. *KICK* Right in the fucking spleen. I hope it bursts and you’re cursed with a million ways to suffer. Burn in Hell. Did I tell you to stop? No. Keep snorting. That’s right. Take it in nice and long. Haha! 🙂 Get that sniffing little nose and keep on going. No one steals Alice’s drugs. If you want to fuck with me, you’re going to have to take a whopping for it. You were snatching for my pills, so now you’re getting them. Aren’t I sweet? Yes Siree. Now keep sniffing like the little drug stealing dog you are. BITCH. My fucking drug bitch. Snort faster! Go. Go. Go. Fucking go faster. Uh oh. That can’t be right. You’ve stopped breathing . . . I leaned over, looked in your pocket, and your I.D. says Dr. Steven. Ummmm? Well, that’s weird. I guess I did a few too many pills myself last night. Looks like I got the wrong guy. Sigh. More work for me. Oh well. That was just a warm up. Think of it this way: there’s so much more time to plan my revenge fun for the real fucker outta luck 🙂 The more the merrier. Lol!

Beating Around the Bush

I saw a young fucking brat at the park today while I was walkin around drinking. Nothing pisses me off more than a little boy alone in the park, just waiting for someone big and scary and tough to come along and rough him the fuck up. I decided to go easy on this one. When I approached him, I looked around innocently and asked where his Mom was. Then I grabbed a cinderblock underneath the swing set and swung it at his fucking head. WHACK! Yes, that’s what I’m talking about, motherfuckers! His teeth flew outta his lying little brat mouth and a bloody burst of saliva and red fluid flew across the park. It was such a precious sight, I couldn’t stop myself from pulling at the drawstring on his swim trunks and winding around his little neck until his face turned purple and his sputtering died down along with his lifespan. Goodbye little bitch. I hope you like it in Hell. I hear the weather’s great. Hahahahaha.

Kiss of Death

There are men in my life who think I am normal. They see the tattoos, the piercings, and the “rocker chick” haircut, and they call me alternative .  . . They say that I’m scene. Most of these people are men–and they tell me how fucking sexy I am. It gets their dick nice and hard thinking about fucking such a tough girl like me. Well lemme tell you something, baby. I’m no benign bitch. I have some special lipstick on my dresser right now . . . would you like a kiss? I’ve got a friend who’s a real sick fuck, and she makes make-up . . . Wouldn’t you know it, I’ve got some black mamba spiders in my basement and I trapped them in a cage. I like to watch them climb the walls and try to escape. Makes me giddy with pleasure at the control I have over everyone I know . . . I can be what I want to be, do what I want to do. If it was up to me, the entirety of the human race would become my playthings. I’ve got venom laced inside my kiss. Lean in close, ‘cus you’re gonna taste this . . . I’ve built up a tolerance because of my twistedness, been smearing this shit on since before I can remember it. But when your lips touch mine, they’ll get a little flavor on ’em. I’m gonna show my affection while I watch you fucking die.

Honey

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I hated malls growing up, and I hate them even worse now. There are so many stuck up cunts walking around with their latte’s and coach bags, really pisses me the fuck off. I only went there to upgrade my cell phone since it was the only store local to me, but that’s when it happened. This stupid cunt with her pink everything asked me why I was dressed like it was Halloween. Then those bitchy friends of hers all started laughing. They wouldn’t be laughing for long. I simply stared at her and asked her name. “Honey.” she said, hmm fitting.

I followed that rich cunt home and waited till the wee hours of the morning and rang the doorbell. What a dumb whore. I quickly subdued her and dragged her to my car. It was time for a trip to my Daddy’s farm. His honey bee farm. A place for bitchy “Honey” too!

She was still passed out when I slapped her awake. Oh that look on her face was sheer terror! She tried to struggle, but I had her tied to that utility dolly good! I ripped her nightgown off and I started painting her with pure honey. Oh what a sight. I poured it in her mouth, shoved it up her nose and shot it in her ass and cunt. There was this cute apparatus that I stole from my gynecologist.  You know the one that opens up your cervix? Mm hmm… those bees were gonna find treasure up in there! I put honey on this “Honey” treat all spread eagle like, honey dripping from her gaping cunt,  and her asshole. Hell I even shoved it in her ears.  Can you just imagine how loud and hungry those buzzers are gonna sound in her actual eardrum! Maddening I tell you! My cunt was getting wetter and wetter!

I wheeled in that screaming teen and the crowd went wild! I literally jumped up and down with excitement as this young meat was stung, stung, and stung again. You could see those winged devils crawling everywhere they found a taste of honey. Her bites eventually turning to oozing bloody welts. There were so many bees in her cunt, and down her throat. It was sheer magic.

I bet you would love to have seen this!

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The Soccer Mom

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Ahhhh.  The Soccer Mom.  The topic of many of conversation.  I fucking HATE Soccer Moms.  They for the most part are just slaves to their families.  To me slaves are to be abused, used, and then tossed aside when they are done being useful.  However, they can be used for other things.  Things that the common person would never think of using them for.

Take for instance Leslie.  Leslie used to live very close to me, her and her three little demons. I would see her loading them up into their minivan, yelling for them to hurry up, her looking like she had been tortured by a make up artist on crack.  She was just a fucking mess.  To top it all of, she was just a bitch.  She thought her little vagina bullets were the best things on earth.  The fuck they were.  Three tiny little bitches in training to be just like their Mother.

You know about my friend.  I have mentioned him so many times in my blogs before.  He was over when he heard Leslie screaming for her bitches to get in the damn van, they were late!  He started to laugh and told me he had an idea.  He stayed at my place until Leslie got home, as soon as she pulled up, he hauled ass over to her driveway.  I had no clue what the hell he was doing.  I saw him point at me in the window and Leslie waved at me.  Her idiot botched abortions started to run toward my place.  My friend was walking behind them with Leslie.

I opened the door and gave him a WTF look, he winked at me.  I just shrugged, as soon as the door shut he picked up the poker from my fire place and cracked Leslie across that back of the head with it.  The bitches started to wail.  He walked over to them and smacked them all across the face, they shut up pretty damn quick.  He looked at me and told me to help him.  We hauled the baby maker up the stairs, stripped her, tied her up, gagged her, then tied the wee bitches together and tethered them to the radiator.

Once the Soccer Mom woke up, it was torture time.  Have you ever smelled burnt flesh? The way his dick jumped when he held that knife blade against her skin right after he held the blow torch to it was amazing to watch.  When he was done there was no more Leslie, and her bitch babies were full of his cum, and full of his knife blade wounds.

Frankly, I’m A Fucking Monster

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Everyone has a method–everyone. I don’t care if you’re a white collar professional, a bus boy at Denny’s, or a rich bitch with a trust fund stocked to the brim . . . everyone has a method. There’s just way too much stress in this world to take it like a fucking idiot. I don’t let anyone fuck with me. I’m the fucker. I’m the bitch. I’M the one who ruins and destroys people’s lives at the drop of a hat . . . and I’m the one enamored with Franklin Evan’s methods. Never heard of him? Haha. Boy, are you missing out. That stupid piece of shit is a goddamn genius.

“In the summer of 1872, 64-year-old Franklin Evans – aka the Northwood Monster – lured his adolescent grandniece, Georgianna Lovering, into the woods near her home, strangled her to death, then raped and sexually mutilated her corpse.

Following his arrest, he confessed to a string of unsolved atrocities, among them the random mutilation-murder of a physically deformed five-year-old girl he snatched from her New Hampshire home, the rape-murder of a 14-year-old schoolgirl in Maine, and the butchering of a 15-year-year-old Massachusetts girl, along with her 12-year-old brother who had witnessed the crime. He was eventually caught for his “unnamable and incredible crimes,” and “swung like a dog” in his execution.”

I get so pissing drunk, my ankles are bleeding from my heels and I don’t even fucking feel it. I’m feeling gleeful–feeling giddy. I’m going to squeeze a tramp’s throat til she ceases to breath. You wanna taste? Haha. Just you wait . . .

My First Kill

torture phonesex karmaAre you an evil fucker that loves blood, torture and cumming while creating it? Then you are my kind of dark soul. Don’t you just love walking on the darker side of life? I know I do. So is your cock hard waiting for my next revelation? If it is, pull up a chair and let me take you back to my first kill. It was a cold day, the snow was fresh and white on the ground and the chill hung in the air waiting for me. I was walking along the sidewalk of our well manicured neighborhood when I saw him there. I was drawn to him immediately so small and frail, playing in the snow all by himself. He had a playful look in his eyes as he built that snowman. My body began to shiver but not from the cold, it was from the excitement I was feeling as I envisioned his blood spilling over the lily white snow, turning it red. I walked over to him and began helping him build his snowman, laughing wickedly as we worked. I started a snowball fight and as we ran and played I lured him further and further from his yard. In the distance we heard a woman calling his name but before he could run toward the sound I scooped him up, covering his mouth and as he kicked and fought I carried him to his doom. Once in the clear I held him down in the virginal white snow and picked up a huge tree branch. Lifting it high into the air I watched it connect with a sickening thud that made my cunt tingle and my heart flutter. Smashing it over his head over and over again I watched the blood poor out of him as his body fell limp and the snow became tinted with his crimson blood. The primal urge for more spurred me on and when I finally finished his face was not recognizable, his head split wide open and brains and blood mixed with the snow. I grabbed his dead, limp hand and used it to fuck myself until I came hard all over it. The clouds on the horizon told me that another heavy snow fall was quickly approaching so I left him there to be covered by the new virginal white snow.torture phonesex bloodsnow

Solving Problems!

Accomplice phone sex with StormSo I have had to deal with my new neighbor this week. She’s such a fucking bitch. Fucking slams her door at four in the morning on her way to the pool. She makes sure everybody knows how she works out every morning. She’s always trying to show off her body and point out how much better she is that everybody. The fucking bitch gets on my nerves really bad. So I had a little party on Friday night. The music was kept pretty low. Just a group of friends hanging out. We had pictures and stories to tell all about how nasty we really are. When that fucking little bitch from next-door came banging on my door. She started saying how she saw one of my guests come in. And she couldn’t go to sleep knowing he was in my house. Because he was covered in tattoos and looked like trash. I told her to get the fuck off my property! It is none of her business who the fuck I have at my house!. She said she was going to call the cops because she was scared. Really she was just fucking threatening me. How dare her think she can decide who comes in my house. But her threatening to call the cops did scare my guests, and she broke up my party. After my guests left she called over to me and told me she’s not going to have any trash around her, and I better keep that in mind. Now this little whore is deciding who I can have over at my house! And she’s threatening me! After the guys left my house we met up at my cabin. We decided how we were good take care of this fucking problem of ours. The next morning when everyone was snug in their bed. When that slut left for her daily swim. We were fucking waiting for her. She didn’t make it to her car. We grabbed her and threw her in the back of the van, and took her to a little place in the middle of nowhere. It had a pool we’ve been filling up since last night. It didn’t have all that much water in it, even though it had been filling for hours. We stripped the slut down, and the guys took turns fucking her ass and her pussy. I even put a spider Gag on her, so the guys could fuck her mouth. The whole time she’s laying in the bottom of the pool as the water iss getting higher and deeper. I tied some 25 pound weights with ropes around her tits. I put a spreader bar between her legs and tied her ankles together. The water was deep enough to drown her. Of course the guys pulled her out of the water whenever they wanted to fuck her. She was begging for someone to help her. Every time they pulled her out of the water. She would sputter and cough, and beg to be freed. Then someone would shove their dick in her mouth and fuck her for a while. Then pull their cock out and let her sink in the water again. They fucked that whore like that for hours. Twice I had to give her CPR to wake her up! But it was so worth it to watch her surfer more! Finally I didn’t give a fuck if she lived or died! I watched her cum filled body sink to the bottom of the pool. The last thing she ever saw was my face. When she died, I let Michael have her. He is going to use her dead body! I am sure.. VERY sure her body will NEVER turn up. Problem solved!

Your Pain My Pleasure

 

torture phonesex angieIt is time to inflict pain again and this twisted bitch is feeling extremely wicked. I am feeling like this should be a family affair. And that it should last a few days maybe even a week. I know just who is going to satisfy this wicked and twisted desire building in my heart, my head and my crotch. They are a story book family with a sweet little mommy and a rugged handsome daddy, the little boy looks just like his daddy and the little girl looks just like her mommy. They couldn’t be more story book then if they came off the pages of a rustic novel. Makes you want to gag doesn’t it? I took them this afternoon, a lovely Sunday, sun shining, birds chirping and them in their Sunday best returning from church. Fuck me I think I just puked a little in my own mouth. Once they are secured in the basement I start the fire pit in the middle of the room. torture phonesex caulronMy huge iron kettle filled with water is heating to a beautiful boil. They are all sobbing and scared just like I want them. I slowly undress in front of them rubbing and pinching my hardening nipples and licking my fingers covered in my juices while I wait for the the water to boil. As the steam begins to rise and the bubbles start to rise and pop I know it’s so hot it will burn the skin off of that cute little girls arms. Grabbing her by the hair while her parents and brother watch I take her arm and shove it in the boiling water. To my satisfaction she screams and pisses all over the floor and when I pull her arm out the blisters begin to form as soon as her arm hits the chill in the air. Her mother is hysterical, her father is furious and I am in my element. I go upstairs for a drink and dinner leaving them there. But I will be back for more. I think after dinner I will remove daddy’s balls and cauterize the wound. We shall see….torture phonesex arm