“The fifth back alley strangulation in as many months. Authorities have no leads and aren’t sure if the crimes are connected.” I love that last line. Those chumps are fucking clueless, of course they’re connected! And until they get their heads out of each other’s asses and start doing some real detective work, they’ll never figure out that the unknown connection they’re looking for is me.
Want to know my secret? Let’s just say that no one can withstand the Devil’s Breath. A little whiff is all it takes to make a slave out of any unsuspecting soul and once I have them in a most impressionable state, I make them do whatever I want. I might have them stalk a group of drunk party chicks all night long just to make them feel real uncomfortable, or maybe even kidnap those dumb cunts to lock up in my basement for an extended blood and cum filled stay at my place. Whatever my malicious mind can manifest those zombified zonks will make happen without a second thought. Without any thought at all, actually.
So getting my gory golem to choke the life out of whatever random victim I choose is as easy as finding a mark and waiting for just the right moment to lure them into a dark alley. They never suspect that the darling blonde with the charming smile who just “accidentally” bumped into them and spilled their drink or knocked their phone out of their hand had been orchestrating their final demise in the moments before our “spontaneous” meeting.
The expressions on their faces in the final seconds of their existence are pure bliss. Fear, confusion, panic then resignation is usually how it goes, but my absolute favorite is the look of realization that spreads across their face right after those drugged digits wrap around their throats and start squeezing with all of their strength. The moment they know they’ve just fallen into my twisted trap and are about to die, the look they give me is worth more than all of the gold in the world.
When I’m satisfied with my dirty work I tell the clueless killer to fuck off and go get drunk at a biker bar across town. If I’m lucky, once they step foot in there no one will ever see them again. It doesn’t matter to me either way. Using Devil’s Breath is the perfect way to execute my sneaky scheme to stifle all of the stupid life I can while I exist in this realm. Those cops will never catch me. I mean, do you really think I’ve only done it five times?
Your a sick and fucked up teen rape porn addict. You have your cock out at all times of the night waiting and watching for a sweet little bitch to get forced and beat on the screen. You drool and get hard when your little neighbors go outside and talk with their friends. Look at all of them trying to look like street whores in those tiny clothes and make-up. They are asking for it. I agree as you look out your window and describe every one of them in sexy and seductive detail. I lay back and spread my legs and began to play with my own cunny. Each girl I tell you in full detail how I want her on your bedroom floor. Choke collars and my pussy riding teen whore faces as you punish young pussy! I add a little strangulation as you throat fuck the youngest one. All I want to do is live out your snuff porn dreams as I record each girl being killed as you fuck her to death with my help! I’ll be your sweet and evil little accomplice as we make you cum in each tight pink hole!
