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Cruel to be Kind

Snuff Phone Sex ReaganI think many things that are evil can be just as kind. Today is “Random Acts Of Kindness Day.” It is a day to cheer up the ones in your life that need it. I do that quite a bit, if you can believe a sadistic whore can be kind! Take for example one of my last victims. She had been screaming so loud that I finally cut out her tongue. Granted the crushing of her limbs that caused her bones to shatter made her scream, but it was for the best. So here she was, broken and bleeding. She was obviously in a very bad place. We both knew her end was near, so why not give her something to look forward to? I had just that morning mutilated her youngest son. He was a magnificent piece of bloody art. And since I video tape most of my kills, I told her I had a special movie for her! Now she can die knowing her loved one was on the other side waiting for her. Yes, random acts of kindness do go a long way.

My last home invasion is a perfect example. This young couple who were struggling to pay bills. They had the hardest time paying their mortgage. Well I of course entered the home and used my sledge hammer to bash in their skulls. First I doused them and their over priced home with gasoline. Lighting my cigarette with a match I tossed it on their bound bodies and inhaled the intoxicating odor of their flesh burning. Once I realized I could end their suffering much quicker, I smashed their heads and smiled at just how kind of an act that was. Not to mention they wont be struggling any longer! Today I will be kind as can be, can you say the same?

Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Happy Valentine’s Day to Me

bloody phone sex killer sexBe my bloody Valentine? I’m not a roses and candy kind of girl. I don’t want to watch The Notebook or Titanic. I don’t want to go to a fancy restaurant. I want to stalk, kidnap, torture and kill. I’m lucky, that I have so many men in my life that would rather give me a dead bitch than roses. One such sweetheart gave me a lovely present today. He booked us a romantic cabin in the woods. I knew John was up to something. He knows I’m not a typical romance kind of girl. I played along. The cabin was decorated with rose petals everywhere. A bottle of Pappy Van Winkle (about the best bourbon around) was on the coffee table. And, a trail of blood led to the bathroom.

Like a little girl on an Easter egg hunt, I followed the blood drops. There I found my present. This blonde whore who called me a freak a couple weeks ago when John and I were getting gas. I would have snuffed the bitch out right there if it had not been so public. But he loves me so. He went back, kidnapped her, and has had her on ice since then, waiting to give her to me today. She was bound, gagged, barely alive in the heart shaped tub waiting for me. Best Valentine gift ever. I looked over to the left and saw a table with all my favorite torture instruments. He knows how to turn me on. Normally, I take time to kill a victim. Savor the moment, but I had a romantic idea. I grabbed my big field knife, designed to gut deer and other large animals, shoved it in her belly and slit her wide open. Watched her blood, intestines and entrails spill out in the heart shaped tub.

John tossed her carcass to the side, we got in the tub and fucked in her bloody innards. Covered in her blood and guts, we came so hard. Very romantic. Best Valentine’s Day present ever. What would you give me on such a romantic day to prove your love? John set the bar high; so you better bring your A game or I might just gut you too.

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Babysitter Phone Sex with Blair: Don’t Trust Me with Your Little Ones!

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I know I look like a normal suburban housewife. The kind of woman who would be safe babysitting your girls, especially considering I have my own brood. But here is what no one realizes, well no one trapped in suburbia at least. I have a huge drug problem and I am a dirty whore. I love to party and be used.  So when someone makes me an unseemly  offer, I almost always take them up on it. Like when my dealer offers me unlimited cocaine in exchange for the young teen charges in my care. Those girls mean nothing to me. So, of course, I have no problem slipping some roofies in their hot coco, and pimping them out for some teen rape porn.

After they passed out, my dealer came in the house with his posse. He put ball gags in their  mouths and I undressed them. They looked so innocent laying there. One guy was filming everything as the others violated their holes. Guys were grabbing handfuls of little titties; cramming fingers up their asses; and fucking their virgin cunts. When I saw all the blood, I knew they were virgins. Those girls were getting gangbanged by men three times their age, and I just sat there and watched. Most teen girls are nothing but mean girl brats, so I have no problem assisting in their torture. These little bitches were covered in cum, blood running down their thighs, and all I could think about was all the coke I was going to get. The guys even mutilated their pussies. Took a scalpel and sliced their pussy lips. Even pierced their clits. All for the camera too.

teen rape porn snuffThey woke up early. I thought I doped them up enough to be out cold for awhile, and I could just clean them up before their parents returned. When they woke up they started screaming  and causing a ruckus. My dealer punched each whiney bitch square in the jaw until they passed out. He upped my ante. Let him take the girls and properly dispose of them, and he would throw in 10 grand. That was a no brainer. I could toss the house, make it look like the girls tied me up, had a wild party and disappeared. Teen girls runaway daily in this world. I knew what he was going to do with them. Hot teen pussy is worth a lot of money on the black market. Once sold as sex slaves and transported to Russia or the Ukraine, these little whores would never be found again. No way they could ever rat me out. But, I knew he was going to have some fun with them first. He was not done  ruining their tight wholes or inflicting pain.

Once I had my money in my hand, I didn’t give those girls a second thought. And for the right price, I will be your accomplice too. Help you ruin all the young girls you want! Fresh young meat is so fun to play with, don’t you think?

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Pandora’s Box Where Trophies are Stored

Little trophies gathered from my victims I keep near and fucking dear. The darkness that fills my head and the joy I had in school dissecting things. With the frog I kept it’s tongue, the piggy… I had to have it’s heart. It’s no wonder that parents entrust me with their offspring. I suppose my persuasion and magic wins out all the time. rophies are good for magic. The most power one can hold over another is their life.

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I drain life from families, and these young sluts are shamed easily especially when I am taking their daddy’s seed in my mouth or cunt right there in front of them. Oh, and the wife/ mother, hahahaha… she won’t be a problem. The men and fathers I will hold their seed in my pus and when I get home… I take a big ole turkey baster and suck the cum outta my cunt. You may be wondering what I will do with it… I store it in lab specimen bottles and put them into a nitrous filled and sealed vat.

One may wonder why I am going through the trouble… well, I have a sick need of staging scenes and what better than to stage the semen of a girls daddy or their next door neighbor within and around the sweet young thing. Oh I am evil framing a daddy for a young brats death. I see no problem with that and none whatsoever in taking little bits of each sweet kill. 

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Hunt and gather with me under a full moon, and we’ll see who the hunted will be.

 

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After daddy punished me like he did, he wanted to have a big family dinner. All of us are scared. Last time we had a family dinner we lost a girl. Daddy says manners  is real important. We have all kinds of forks and he cuts our meat for us. He says we cant have knifes because things can get messy. We all have to wait until daddy is done cutting up our food. We all know the rules but Charity didn’t wait this time. Daddy caught her eating and he said it was wrong. She didn’t ask permission. Daddy walked up to her and grabbed her by her head. He slammed her head into the table a bunch of times. While he kept asking the rest of us the rules. Then he took his big knife and put her hand out on the table and stabbed it. He made us all watch as he cut little bits off of Charity’s face. We were all scared. We knew this was the last time we would ever see her. It was sad but so excited to watch the life drain from her eyes as we all ate. Daddy was still angry. He threw his plate at Charity to see if she was still alive. She twitched and that made him see red. He made each one of us  stab her. while one was stabbing the her he was fucking us one by one. I am happy to say daddy was please with what I did. He kept me upstairs and made me help him get rid of her. Daddy was very pleased. I am still alive and happy in love with my daddy. 

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Killer Dinner Party

killer phone sex evil bitchI know I do not fit in. I never have, likely never will. I tried to make some new hipster friends recently. If for any other reason, than just to not look like such a Wednesday Adams to my parents, and more importantly the cops. Every time someone goes missing, I don’t need them looking at the antisocial bitch in the community. I got invited to a dinner party. The conversation was insipid at best. But, I was trying. All these dudes in skinny jeans was criminal, however.  And the music , don’t get started on that. A bullet to the brain was less painful than this awful band Neutral Milk Honey. What the fuck kind of name is that anyway?  When I suggested we play some Slayer, maybe go a little “South of Heaven,” this one bitch started spewing some post modernistic babble about pastiche and irony exhausting themselves as aesthetics. Essentially she was using pretentious speech to insult heavy metal. Unacceptable.

When I heard the lyric, “And one day we will die and our ashes will fly,” I lost it. I thought this bitch’s one day is now. My hero Patrick Bateman channeled through me, as I grabbed the butcher knife in the ham and just started giving the Roger Ebert of music 50 whacks. I realized it was not all in my head. I was killing this bitch on the dining room table for real. Blood spewed all over the ceiling and across the faces of dumbfounded assholes in colored skinny jeans. They looked at me like I was a crazed bitch. I am I guess. But I could not let her drone on like that. Her body laid lifeless, covered in blood like some macabre center piece. Made me wet.

cannibalism phone sex killer partyThe room was silent. They all were in shock; they feared me. I have impulse control issues, as well as anger issues. I simply have no tolerance for stupidity or pretentiousness. I did think for a moment of killing them all. The world needs less hipsters anyway, but I decided to use their fear to control them. If they didn’t want to be a bloody centerpiece, a dead hipster, they better join me in dining on their friend. I forced them to eat her remains. I am usually more methodical about my kills so I don’t have to worry about detection and proper disposal, but shit happens. I have discovered that eating the victim, hides the remains. I was covered in their friend’s blood wielding a big ass knife, which apparently put the fear of God in them. They sprinkled some hot sauce on her and started eating her like she was BBQ ribs; like they were the progeny of Hannibal Lector. Gave new meaning to the phrase “having a friend over for dinner.” Made me more wet.

I don’t play well with others. But, I do play well with knives and annoying people. Invite me to your dinner party. I will fly into a rage and kill whomever annoys you too.

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After last night’s party I really needed to relax and sleep off this massive hang over. I finally got home at sunrise and fell fast asleep when I started hearing screaming. For a second there I thought big daddy had gotten another one. The screaming turned into sounds of little fuckers playing. Fuck! These little fuckers were going hard. I finally got tired of it. I got up some clothes on. Did a line or 3 of my pure crystal rocks and grabbed my special candy. You know the kind of candy your parents always warned you about at Halloween. Some of it was laced with powerful drugs to make a grown man who is 300 pound be fucked up for days, and the other will cut your mouth up.

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I grab my sunglasses and go outside. All that noise and it came from two cunts! Oh I was more than ready to make them shut the fuck up. I walked past them knowing they were rude little fucks. “hey lady. what kind of candy is that? I want some. Give me some right now!” I gave them the entire fucking thing. I walked around to the bench covered by the shade and watched as they ate and ate all this candy. I started to laugh as they were tripping balls. One of them started choking and tried to puke but all that came out was blood. She was so high she just kept eating the candy. It made my pussy wet just watching them suffer. I went back to the apartment and woke big daddy up but sliding my wet pussy down on his cock. Today was a good day!

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Torture Sex with Venus: Inspired by Hostel 2

torture sex evil dominatrixI am a horror movie junkie. I think my parents poor choices in what they allowed me to watch as a young girl, contributed to the sick, twisted bitch I am today. There is no movie that gets me as wet as Hostel 2. In fact, it has provided me the inspiration to step up my game. Stalking and stabbing have become quite blasé to me. The thrill is gone. The first Hostel made my cunt wet, but the sequel spoke to me. It was like the director knew I needed a little kick in the ass to be a better killer. The opening scene is spank material for me. A woman, much like me, lies underneath a hanging female body, then slowly cuts the girl so she bleeds on her. Hot, sticky sweet blood cascading out of her victim, on to her body, until she has bled out. I love blood, but to bathe in it, is my ultimate fantasy. I cannot think of anything hotter, than killing some bitch I hate, then bathing in her blood, watching her die as the blood spills from her worthless body as I am masturbating. I’m already converting my basement into a blood bath.

bloody phone sex kill fantasiesThis movie is filled with ideas for wicked women like myself. The concept is that for the right price you can do whatever sick, perverse thing you want to another person. People are disposable. Want to castrate a man, you can. You want to eat another person for dinner, you can. You want to perform macabre experiments on a living person, you can. You want to force yourself on little ones, you can. You want to dismember and disembowel someone while they are alive, you can. In the Hostel flicks, anything goes. Money is all that matters, and people are just a commodity. I want to start a torture club. An elite group of women with their own money, like the protagonist in Hostel 2, Beth. Women, who like her, were once victims,  but turned the tables on their predators.  Instead of money, revenge and pleasure are my goals. We rid the earth of useless, worthless men. And we do so rather graphically and tortuously because killing is fun.

Women do not need to be victimized by men. Men think they are stronger than us, but we are craftier, more patient and far crueler than they could ever imagine. I like the idea of running my own hostel. Having my own torture club. Because as we all know, there are plenty of men that aren’t needed, that no one would miss right? Tiny dick losers. Sex offenders. Misogynistic assholes. Cheaters. Fat bastards. Hostel 2 has inspired me in more ways than one to put the pizzazz back in killing. Not only am I going to bathe in the blood of my victims, but I am going to empower other women to kill too. There is a special joy that I get sharing the art of torture. Especially, the torture of men that serve no purpose on this earth. Well, no purpose until now….

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Travelin’ Terror

bloody phone sex angieWillow and I have been talking about hitting the road and spreading our own brand of wicked and twisted across the county. When it comes to reeking havoc no one does it better then we do! Violence, torture, blood, gore, pain and so much more is what we are spreading and our journey has just begun! Our dream began to take shape when I found this old and hideous hears with a for sale sign in the window. Knowing it carried many corpses over the years made my cunt quiver with delight and I couldn’t resist buying it. As soon as I got it home I called Willow and she came over so that we could begin making it our mobile torture chamber. It would see more death in the months to come. We hooked it up with video cameras so we could record our journey and began pimping our ride the evil and sadistic way.bloody phone sex hearse When we got done we set out for the open road. We have been traveling for a month now and the blood on our hands is delightful. A couple of our victims have served us well, providing us with the song of their screams the beauty of their last breaths and then nourishing our bodies with their delicious flesh. Our method of killing varies on our mood, From mutilation to strangulation to just plain hours of torture in the middle of nowhere leaving the bodies for the vultures and animals to feast on. We have no clue how long we will be out here or where we will go next. Our victims fund our journey and nourish our dark hearts and evil bodies. We do know that if you follow the blood trail and find an old green hears you will find us, Licking our bloody fingers with soaking wet cunts. Better to be the hunter then the prey, or so they say. bloody phone sex willow

 

Join me on the dark side

blasphemy sexWhy don’t you come join me on the dark side, it’s ever so much fun here. I do whatever I want, there are no rules for me because I am ruler here. Now the lowly little sheeple I rule over may not realize yet that I own them but they will soon believe me. Just like the churchgoers I interrupted last night, they were busy singing songs to their weak, pitiful god when I walked in and made them shut the fuck up. They were shocked into silence when I walked in and shot their priest in the face, a few tried to grab at me but I just simply shot them and that discouraged the others from even trying. I made them preform the most depraved acts on each other before I locked them in just so that they would all know the worst sides of each other before their deaths. They were sealed in completely before I left, I made sure that no one would be able to escape then I set the building on fire and sat back to watch it burn. I guess I must be going to hell for sure now…