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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!

Follow my dark path

accomplice phone sex Reagan2I bet your holding your hard cock wondering what the fuck just happened. Well you called on me, and now you will know what it is like to serve a twisted Goddess as myself. I am always looking for special slaves to torture and train to cater to my every perverted whim. You will be desperate to serve and please me. I understand your desires to be used and abused and owned. You will be humiliated and I will laugh. I will sit on your face and use your mouth as a toilet.accomplice phone sex Reagan1

And only when I see that you are a worthy “Reagan-eer” I will start taking you down my dark dark path. You will find them for me, and I will torture them for you. Since my holiest of holes is never for dirty cock use, I will let you feel a twitching cunt while she takes her last breath. Then you will clean up our mess. You crave the blood sport as I do, and you do need a Supreme Female to worship don’t you?  

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.

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Aren’t the poor ones the easiest ones to lure away from their safety?  All you have to do is promise them materialistic items and they follow.  All the warnings, and lectures their Mother’s have given them regarding going with people they do not know just leaves their tiny little brains.

The one who you saw peaked your interest right away.  She was in the store with her Mom asking her for everything and anything.  The Mother sadly told her that she was sorry but they just could not get anything this time, that maybe next time they would have more money.  Then she leaned down and gave her daughter a hug.  The girl walked behind her Mom slowly and you heard her mutter, “We never have any money.” 

Keeping a good distance between yourself and them, you follow.  Eventually they walk up to a run down apartment building.  You hear the little girl ask if she can play on the playground.  The Mother gently touches her daughter’s shoulder and tells her okay but not too long because they have to go to the food bank because she couldn’t get everything at the store. 

The Mother disappears into the building and the little one takes off running toward the swing sets.  You pull out your cell phone and start to talk loudly on it as you make your way toward her.  Not even looking at her you start your pretend call saying that you cannot believe that your daughter didn’t like her birthday present.  You make yourself sound upset and act as though you have no clue what to do with your daughter’s ungrateful behavior.  Then you say, “You know what? If she is going to act that way, I’ll just give that bike away to someone else!”  You hold the phone to your chest, turn around and shout, “Hey, little girl? Do you want a brand new bike? My daughter is being a brat and I don’t think she deserves it!”

The little girl knew exactly all about how your daughter was being a brat, because you made sure to speak loudly enough for her to hear everything.  She excitedly shook her head yes.  Her soft curls bobbing up and down on her shoulders.  You tell her that you just have to walk down to the place where you were having the party to get it for her.  You ask her if she wants to go along so she can just ride the bike back to her apartment building so  you won’t have to walk all the way back.  She smiles and says yes.

As soon as you closed that door, she knew something was wrong.  Maybe it was the smell, maybe it was all dust floating in the air, maybe it was the half blacked out windows,  perhaps it was all the other little girl clothing scattered along the floor leading to a dirty mattress in the corner, or perhaps it was the other little girl in the dog crate in the corner whimpering in the pale defused light.  What ever it was didn’t really matter because she was the one who chose to follow.

Snuffed Out

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Have you ever wanted someone to just disappear?

Have you ever pushed someone to the very edge of fear?

So scared the only voice they have to scream with is tears?

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Its a glorious site

to see that fright

when their light turns to dark

and you have extinguished their spark

Have you ever wanted someone to beg

crying and holding so tight to your leg

pathetic and sad as fragile as an egg

you crack

it

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the shell breaks and the blood flows out

turns bright red and the blood flows out

I smile as the blood flows out

you look to find the lips sewn shut

eyes forced open

ears stuffed closed

its a glorious site

to see that fright

when the light is now dark

you have taken that spark

your stomach turns

and the vomit wont come out

consumed the bile

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the egg flows against your sheath

you smile down at what you have created

your demon’s now have been abated

Anus Mundi

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There you are.  Do not be nervous.  I know you are used to your other home care nurse, but she fell unexpectedly…ill.  No I am not with the service, I am a friend of your care provider.  You just lay back and relax.  I just need to take off my coat and get situated.  You may notice the way I am dressed.  I know it may be a little bit overboard, but I think it creates a certain aura.  It helps set the mood so I can do the necessary work I need to do.

I was informed of your Heritage.  I found it very interesting to say the least.  I was wondering if anyone in your family may have found themselves in a camp during World War II?  Perhaps working there? I did some research on your name and I was astonished to find that you had some very close relatives that wore a certain uniform whilst working at these places.  Does my Uniform maybe remind you of those relatives? It does? You are ashamed of them? I see. What is that they say? Guilty by association? Sins of the Fathers?

Excuse Me while I get the necessary instruments out.  You and I are going to reminisce about the old times.  Now if  you will just lift your arm up just a tad, I can place these restraints on your lower arms.  Now onto your legs. There, all snug as a bastard in a rug.  Open your mouth for me so that I can place this bit in your mouth.  Believe me when I tell you, you will want something to bite down on. 

Where should we begin? I am thinking the eyes.  A nice sharp hit upon the end of a chisel with a hammer right on the outside of your orbital socket should do the trick.  Then perhaps onto the hands.  You do not really need ten fully functioning phalanges now do you? The possibilities are endless, and so is the amount of fun I am going to have.  Welcome to your own Anus Mundi. 

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A Street Puppet Named Desire

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Once a lovable pair driven by the desire to teach, the dark side of Ernie’s Past came creeping in. Violated repeatedly by sadistic parents, he had been sold into slavery as a young-in. Only to be saved by his now life partner Bert. Bert took him off the dark side of the street. But eventually Ernie’s dark desires only took hold and he dragged Bert down with him. Ernie started using again and when he was broke took to selling his ass for his rock. One night he was found sexually assaulting one of the stunt doubles for the Super Grover act. That was the end of Bert and Ernie’s career.  Ernie vowed to get even.

It had been almost 6 months since the pair of faggot roommates were thrown off of their T.V. show. Things were all down hill from there. but the time was now. Ernie was going to show his old pals just how you are supposed to treat a friend. Bert tried to stop him, but Ernie just bitch slapped him and called him weak. Ernie took his gun to his head and told him he better do as he is told or he will end up in Oscar’s garbage can. They both did a fat line and the vengeful pair walked into the moonlight.

The next morning they found puppets with the wrong head. Snuffaluffagus’ trunk was severed and had been shoved into Big Bird’s mouth connecting to his ass. Oscar was disemboweled and his trash can was upside down. Grover was missing his eyes, and Elmo appears to have been tickled to death. So much blood that night!

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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.

I-DOLL-ATRY

Everyone has a stupid little sister with an imaginary friend. They’re always whispering to themselves and it’s fucking annoying. I was at the park the other day lighting a joint behind the police station and wouldn’t you know it–little miss sally-who from the neighborhood was there, tugging along her little American Girl doll imitation RIGHT next to my spot behind the tree. If she kept her stupid loud mouth going, I’d be busted by the cops in no time. Finger in her mouth, eyes wide and innocent, looking around unsuspectingly; it just made me angrier and angrier. I decided to teach her a lesson about pissing off Alice. Grabbing the miniature cunt in training by her hair and yanking her toward me, I smiled wolfishly and invited her inside of my car. “C’mere pretty girl,” I beckoned to her, and she tried to scream, but I stuffed my hand inside of her little mouth and broke her jaw before the bitch could utter a word. Then I took her doll and stepped on it with my heel, cracking the porcelain head like I intended to do to the doll’s owner. “We’re going to have tons of fun together,” I cackled. Then I went in for the kill.

Fucking Bitch gets It!

 

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I have this fucking bitch at my mercy now! I continued to smother my pussy on her fucking face. When her breathing would slow down I would get up and let her catch her breath while I fisted her tight fucking pussy. She was so dry. It had to hurt like hell. It was starting to make my hand raw. I spit a huge lump of saliva on her and fisted her again. Ah that was better. For me anyways. Her breathing was normal and I sat on her face again. Her cheeks were starting to turn blue and she closed her eyes. I was getting bored with her. So I needed to up the play. I got off of her and picked up my blade. I spit on her face to make her come around. I checked out her pussy. Oh it was so red, and stretched, and there was some drying blood leaking from her pussy to her asshole. Awesome! There were bruises all over her tits from where I was sucking and biting. And her face was full of dried sticky pussy juice. She finally let out a sigh and looked at me. “Why?” she asked, pleadingly.

“Because you fucked with me! You made up rumors about me to make yourself feel better. To get peoples’ eyes off of you. YOU were the one going around fucking other girls!! You’re the fucking dyke, bitch! Not me!” “I’m sorry. I’m so

sorry. We can start over. I’ll take the rumors back. Just please. Stop…” the fucking bitch pleaded! “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” I held my blade high and she started to cry hysterically. I swung and cut her nipple off. Then the other one. She was screaming in pain. I didn’t care. I swung again, and stabbed her numb pussy. I carved the word ‘dyke’ across her stomach. And then I slit her fucking throat. Then I took her fucking doll off her dresser. And pushed it up against her bloody face and gave her a good bye kiss! That was the last thing she saw. The little dolly covered in her blood! Then I walked away. Snobby bitches deserve nothing, So she was lucky I let her die with her doll!

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