I know you know her. That Bitch that you dated once. You know the one. She made you feel like shit. She treated you like she was better than you. Like she was better than everyone. I know how that Bitch made you feel. Even if you don’t want to admit it. You want her to pay! You want to put that stuck up Bitch in her place. And I know just how to do it. Something she will never forget. Something she will never get over. I am going to snatch that fucking whore. I am going to strip her naked. Of course I will let you watch. I know you want to hear her beg and plead for her life. Then I am going to sing her a little tune. In my sweetest little voice “Roses are Red… Violets are twisted… Bend over Bitch… You are about to get Fisted!” I wait for my words to sink in. And then I shove my fist right up her tight Bitch ASS! I can’t wait to tell you everything we are going to do to her… How much she is gonna suffer! and we can decide if she dies or just wish she did.
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Bend Over Bitch
Evil Bitch, Evil Witch…
Halloween is coming and that is the perfect outlet for all things evil. It is my favorite holiday and I’m going to enjoy all twenty four hours of it. I haven’t picked out a costume for this year yet but I have a few ideas in mind. Maybe a witch or a custom made devil’s princess costume. That suits me very well. I’m sure I’ll get you under my spell and make you do things even the devil himself thought was just pure evil. If not I’ll just turn you into some boring inanimate object. So your best bet is to behave. You’ll bleed but I won’t kill you. Well unless my pussy persuades me too. I like it rough and I like being ruthless. Whoever the victim is will be in for a long torturous night. I want to slapped their worthless ass around and spew all sorts of dirty names at them while I make them do sinful things. I want you to fuck her little body like you hate the bitch. Tear up her insides. I’ll reciprocate with a fistful in her ass and bite marks on her titties. If we do this right She won’t live to see the morning after. Evil bitch, evil witch….Yea, sounds like a fun Halloween night to me.
Evil Bitch Ivy
Evil is pretty much my specialty. I don’t give a fuck about long walks in the park or the hottest clubs in the city. I want to see people bleed and beg for their pathetic little lives. I want people to scream and cry for help. I laugh at death. Maybe I’m a vampire, maybe I would enjoy the taste of blood and watching people get scared as I walk in the room and fear for their lives or maybe not knowing of the danger that’s to come. One second you’re having fun and the next I have you in the corner draining you and leaving you lifeless. Although, my reflection would be something I’d miss, because I’m so damn hot, don’t you agree? I’d be a sex crazed superhuman! I could probably fuck all day and night. I love the thought of me being the thing that goes bump in the night. Better be careful… you may just be my next victim… or maybe your household. Your wife and little critters all sound asleep. Time to have a lot of bloody fun! …Oh gosh, that’s makes me horny. I could definitely go for some rough, choke-me-til-I-almost-pass-out, bite me hard, sex right now. I think I’m going to masturbate and conjure up some wicked evil fantasies for our next torture session. That’ll have to do for right now….. until next time.
Spellbound
I also have the gift of simply not giving a fuck about the pain and misery I inflict upon these worthless bits of flesh. It’s the oddest thing, it’s almost as if they’re drawn to me, knowing the harm that awaits them they still come.
I’ve been accused of putting them under a spell, using black magic, but no it’s simply their own weakness and blinding lust for me. I suppose I should be flattered and should owe them some bit of compassion….never.
Once I get a taste of blood, I cannot stop myself. My thirst for it is unquenchable, all I see is red. literally and figuratively. I become a machine and I cannot and will not stop until I consume ever last drop
My Kind Of Fun…
The world is so uptight about too many things. I guess you can say I’m a bit of a rebel. I love everything that’s wrong. My pussy gets wet at the thought of things that make normal people cringe. When it comes to evil things like rape phone sex fantasies and murder phone sex fantasies the only thing I am capable of feeling is arousal. Numbness is a regular feeling for me. I get excited about things that I probably shouldn’t, but I guess I’m just not afraid to do what everybody else is thinking. When you are thinking about sneaking into that room where that tiny body is sleeping. I’m the one who has beaten you there. I’ve already pulled back the covers and is now luring you in so you can get a closer look. Care to touch her innocent body? Maybe I should spread her legs since your too scared. Come on big boy, dive in. She’s going to grow up and turn into a whore anyway… Let’s use this time to get her ready. Some of these sluts here at college lived a sheltered life. That’s why they get here and act a fool. No No No, we have the chance to mold this little one into the perfect sex slave. Lean in closer…. smell the sweet aroma of this innocent flesh calling your name. Want to join me in my world of darkness and fun? I promise you won’t regret it.
Feel The Heat
Don’t you love the screams and the smell of burning flesh as a building burns down with people trapped inside? Do you get that tingling feeling from deep inside listening to the agonizing sounds, watching the thrilling sight and enjoying the smell of death that comes from a well planned well executed pyromaniac episode? All I can do is stand back and watch while the pleasure is intensified with every sensation, from the increasing heat and the rising flames to the panic of the people outside the building as they are horrified by what they are witnessing and hearing. If only they could enjoy this like I do as I cum in my pants and smile while I watch it all unfold. I felt it from the second I watched them go in the building. I waited till all was quiet and there was no more sign of activity. Then as I poured the excellent in all the right places, knowing that once lit they would be trapped and burn alive, I felt that familiar heat build up in my pussy and move up to the pits of my stomach, only to end in the hard tips of my nipples. Standing here now I am satisfied as I masturbate in the middle of the frenzy and no one notices due to the panic. Ahhh yes, how I love the mayhem and madness, the pain and the torture that I caused.
The Worms Crawl In…..
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, through your stomach and out your mouth….I fondly remember my mother singing this to me as a young one It was my favorite nursery rhyme. After snuffing my last victim I remembered the little tune and as the rush of taking her life was subsiding and the last spasm left my cunt, I came up with a brilliant idea.
I laid her limp ass body on the ground instead of burring her and set up my camera. I decided to film her decomposing body so that I could watch it over and over again while reliving her last moments and enjoying the thrill of the kill and all that comes after it.
As I sit here watching my little film and my cunt starts to flow I realize I should win an award for my little flick. It shows all the stages of decomposition in all it’s glory. I keep rewinding it and watching it in slow motion. I find that I get the greatest thrill watching as the body swells and bloats only to be eaten to the bone by bugs and maggots. I can’t stop fingering my cunt as I watch my handy work over and over again. I think it’s time to pop some pop corn and watch my film again!
Killer Phone Sex with Ivy
Who knew Fright Night would be the perfect place to find my next victim. I swear these dumb bitches never learn. When someone tells you to stay close that’s exactly what you should do or an evil sadistic bitch like me comes along and traps you into something you can’t get out of. Lots of yummy potentials are roaming around after midnight. Some half drunk and screaming because of the fake horror. Some running from a guy with a chainsaw and a Jason mask. I don’t really care too much for those loud annoying sluts… the one I’m seeking out is one that’s strayed away from the group. This one is unaware of the danger she’s about to run into. We are both dressed up and in disguise. She has two options, either she comes with us happily after a little convincing… maybe tell her that we are having a party at my daddy’s mansion and all her friends are looking for her… or I can slip this needle into the side of her neck and make her go night night long enough to get her in the truck.
After we’ve made a safe getaway… the night is ours. We can have all the evil, taboo, torturous fun we’ve been craving for.
Tie the bitch up and go to work ripping, stretching, cutting, licking, sucking, fucking, biting anything we desire. What’s left of her, well we can feed to the pigs right?
Cut Her Up…
I’ve come to the conclusion that bitches love attention. If you really wanted to off yourself you would do it right the first time. Little brats who like to cut their wrist from left to right… that’s just them seeking attention. And well, I’ll give it to you. How about we set up a play date with miss cutter. She’s out of the hospital and off suicide watch. This is the perfect time to take her under my wing. Show her how to end it for good this time. I love to lure them in. It makes my pussy so wet at the thought of a girl taking a razor blade and letting the blood drip until she takes her last breath. This time it won’t just be her wrist. Let’s see, how about her tits, thighs, and her pussy lips. Some call me sick and twisted. Maybe I am. But you love it don’t you? You wanna watch me force an innocent little pussy into dragging a blade over her pure skin again and again until she’s all cut up. Tears running down her face as I run my fingers through her blood making the sweetest smears around her nipples. She’ll be crying but who gives a shit. My pussy is so wet it’s dripping all over the floor. Bitches love pain and attention, I’m convinced. Some may frown upon sadism, but I love that shit. And you love my violent behavior don’t you? You love to hear me talk about cutting, slashing, bleeding, bruising, crying and what I love the most.. snuffing bitches. That’s why you keep coming back isn’t it? Well come and take a bloody ride, I’ll be your hostess for the night.