Most of us have murder phone sex fantasies. I know I do. And I have them for all the folks who abused me when I was a young girl. I include my mother on my kill list because she left me with my dad when I was super young. She just never came home from work one day. Vanished. For a while, I thought she might be dead. When I entered my teens, I often wondered if my father killed her. Although he told me she did not want me and left with another man to start a new family, I doubted that claim’s veracity.
But because she left, my father began abusing me. And he eventually allowed his friends to abuse me too. Although I did run away, my earlier years hooking on the street and making snuff movies, gave me time to think about revenge. I had no choice as a teen runway and high school dropout but hooking and porn. And that exposed me to men almost as bad as my father.
Revenge is So Sweet
Recently, I did one of those DNA kits just to see if I might have siblings somewhere. My dad could have remarried. And if my mom was alive, she may have given birth to a sister or brother for me. The DNA results revealed that I had at least two half siblings. Maybe more because the results only identify others who have done the same DNA testing. However, those half-siblings matched on my mother’s side. So, I hired a private detective who found her in a trailer park only 6 hours away from me.
I paid her a visit. But she did not survive the visit. I made it look like a home invasion phone sex fantasy gone wrong. No prints left. And no DNA either. This switch knows all the tricks to go undetected. I need to be more careful with my DNA since I am now in the DNA database that cops can access to solve crimes.
She did not recognize me. Her own daughter. So, I used a pair of her gardening shears to slice her throat. As I watched her bleed out, I told her who I was and why I killed her. The bitch’s expression when she realized who I was and why I killed her seemed priceless too me.Revenge feels good. Now that I killed my mother, my number one enemy, I need to find my father. He deserves death too.
There is no end to Snuff movies. My first snuff film was a real doozy. They told me I would be playing a dead body But I had to fuck a dead body. First I was made into dick meat, was pounded into the mud but dozens of men. They fucked me so hard I thought I was going to be snuffed out.
