There can only be one. One leader, one bad girl, one girl that all the boys want. But it’s clear this ho didn’t get the picture. So I had to get rid of her… but there’s more to this story then you think. You see she thought that she would just come up into my group of friends and start flirting with my little boy toy – well I call him my best friend but we all know he is madly in love with me. Point is he is MINE and I attempted to make that clear. I suppose her bubbly little attitude attracted everyone, because they started wanting to do what she wanted to do and I began to see her getting closer with MY best friend, my lil boy toy. I took her for a drive, figured if I told this bitch to back the fuck up she would – instead she told me she would do no such thing, so I punched her right in the fucking face! This bitch tried to hit me back she hit my nose hard making it bleed but after that I just saw red and all of a sudden the bitch was almost dead – but I wanted her to die slowly so I stopped choking her out. I decided to take her into the woods to cut her slowly until she bleeds to death… it didn’t take long before the stupid cunt was begging for her life. I smeared her blood all over her body, even made her taste it as she slowly started to fade out of consciousness. With as much blood as I had made I’m surprised she didn’t die quicker… I wasn’t done though. I cut off her pretty little head and burned it next to her red body…there was nothing left and I’m back to being number one.
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Cruel to be Kind
I 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?
Hit Girl
Every once in a while you meet someone who is so fucked up in the head you just have to look at them in awe. Those are my kind of people! I have a friend who I have known for about two years and he is one of these people. He will scare you, not jump out and scream BOO scare you, but full on make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up on end when he walks into the room scare you. I adore him.
This dude managed to fall in love. Yes this surprised me, along with everyone else. The woman he fell in love with was for lack of a better term…normal. Not one freaky thing about her not even any ink or piercings but some how they ‘loved’ each other. Well, up until a couple of months ago. Seems that my friend’s craziness got the better of him and started to think his girl was fucking about on him. Now from what I knew and had seen of her, she didn’t strike me as the type of woman who would do that. She was always by his side if she wasn’t at work, she used his cell phone because she didn’t have her own, and as far as I know she hardly ever went on the net. See what I mean about her not striking me as someone who fucks about on their man?
I asked him why he thought that and he said that he found a bunch of guy’s names written down in her appointment book. I was like, “hello, it’s an appointment book! Of course there are going to be names of guys in there.” However, he pointed out that there were times for them to meet and when she came back from these meetings she was always off a little bit. Alright, I can see why he thought she was going around on him. Did he want to break up with her? Nope. Did he want to just stop seeing her? Nope. Motherfucker wanted me to kill her.
Yup went from being crazy in love to just down right crazy. Being the good friend I am, I said, “Sure.” That’s what friend’s do right? Sooooooooooo, I know that before him she was dating a chick. I know my shit is good so I said I would see if I could get her alone with me then I would do it. I asked her and she said, that she would love to see me naked but couldn’t do anything because she was in a relationship. Again, not something someone who fucks around says, but I already told him I would. Now I’m here, sitting and waiting for her to come to my house. I am going to answer the door naked because less clean up for me if I am nude. I’m not sure how I am going to do the deed yet, but I am sure I will come up with something. The shit I do for friends…I swear.
Cannibalism phone sex with Morticia
Sitting here in this dark room just listening to the sound of moment and her whimpers is making my pussy wet. She is so young. I am thinking about keeping her training her to be my sick and twisted little pet. Who knew that this blonde hair blue eyed cunt would grab me for me in the dark because she is afraid. She must having something wrong with her brain. Or the fact that her parents beat her daily means she would rather be beaten that anything else. That is the kind of pet I want. She didn’t seem to mind eating parts of my last victim. I need to get rid of his body. The dogs only ate so much, mother and her “family” didn’t like how tough the meat was.
I sit here in the dark thinking about everything. If I can train this nasty whore to be my pet things would be so different. I giggle to myself thinking about how long she has been down here in the dark. She must think its been one long night but really she has been locked down here and beaten in the dark for a week now. Fuck! Am I getting soft? Do I need to end this cunts life right now? No, I am still fucked up and crazy. I’ll go beat her for a while. That will make me feel better.
Gangbang Rape Porn with Cassandra
I woke up in some dirty bathroom stall. Not the first time. But this was dank and disgusting. I could smell blood, smell fear, smell death. I tried my cell phone but no reception. Some men burst through the door, duct taped my legs and my hands. Shoved me on my knees and started skull fucking me. Before long it was a gangbang rape porn. Cocks shoved in my ass, cunt and mouth. In fact, cocks shoved so deep in my throat I gagged until I puked. Cocks shoved so far up my ass, I bled. They laughed at me, shoved my face in the puke, made me lick it up.
They shoved my face in a dirty toilet. It was covered in cum and piss, even shit. Held my head down until I licked it all up. Used my tongue as a toilet brush cleaner. Even tried to drown me in the piss filled water. One guy pulled me back out, held me up by my throat like I was a bug he was about to squash. Threw me against the wall, until I fell to the ground, bloody and bruised. They all started kicking me in the gut and face. I was choking on blood and vomit. I was lying on the dirty floor, with open wounds when they began pissing on me. The sting was awful. They pissed and shit down my throat. Then duct taped my mouth so I could not spit it out.
Covered in blood, piss, vomit and shit, they forced themselves on me further. Now I was covered in cum too. I had no idea what was in store for me, until I looked up and saw the source of the death smell. Women duct taped to the wall like some morbid mural. Blood running out of them, puddles of piss beneath them, dead or barely alive… I was the next wall decoration.
They continued violating all my holes while they took turns punching and kicking me. Someone was filming it all. Every time they punched me, I puked and had to lick it up. I was nothing more than a fuck pig and trash receptacle. Maybe the girls on the wall had it easy…. I prayed for death.
It’s that time again!
Yay! It’s that time again! Time to break out the duct tape and go on the search for my newest victim. I plan on driving by the catholic school down the road to scope out any potential whores. It will soon be one girl’s unfortunate day when she gets scooped into my car for a couple days of fun that won’t end in her favor as much as she might pray and beg that it will. It’s never hard to find the right girl at those schools, they are so easy to lure over when they are waiting all alone for their ride, when I make myself look like such a sweet woman asking for some directions. I always like to bring her home to whatever man is in need of my assistance that week, I know I’m the ultimate accomplice. I always take videos of her losing her virginity and then having to suck his dick with her very own blood and juices on it. These little wanna be good girls always think that they are something special because they take sooo much longer to submit than the other little whores I pick up, but in no time I will have them begging for more. My favorite thing to make them say is “I’m your little school girl slut.” I make them tell me over and over again how much they loved to be fucked and how they are truly just a slut. They hate it when I make then do that, tears running down their face, wrists tied tightly, cum all over her hair and body. I think it’s the perfect picture. Now what I really need is someone to share in the fun, and I’m wondering, is that you?
Torture Phone Sex with Toni: Better Than a Snuff Porn Video
The snuff porn streaming on the internet is NOTHING compared to the real thing. Hearing bones break and blood drip just doesn’t sound the same through computer speakers. When I hear someone scream, I want it be because of me. I don’t just want to see someone scared, I want to see the fear in their eyes. The smell and taste of blood is only better if it came from a fresh tortured victim. Sometimes I drag a knife across their flesh just to get a quick little taste. Another method I like to use, especially when I’m taking my time, is cutting into their flesh with rose thorns. If I’m in a really sadistic mood I might even fuck their cunt or asshole with it too!
One time I was feeling really nasty, like I often do and I did something really sick. I took the thorny rose and shoved it down some poor bastard’s piss hole. I’ve never heard a man scream like such a little bitch before so now I do it all the time.
Any day that I get to hurt or torture somebody is a good day for me, It’s my secret addiction. I’m not sure how much of a secret it is anymore, but I still don’t want everyone to know. Do you know how hard it would be to find victims if everyone knew about what I’m up to? I’m sure it would make it more difficult and there’s no way I would want that! I’m enjoying myself too much now and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. Actually, no matter what I’ll never stop! At least not until I leave a lot of bodies behind…
The Choke
He made me call him Daddy. His voice was soothing, intelligent, and calm. His touch was firm, but somehow reassuring that what we were doing wasn’t wrong. The clamps on my nipples had finally stopped burning and numbness was setting in. As I lost feeling in my breasts, he handed me a huge dildo and told me to stick it in my ass. He said it so quietly, almost like a purr. He sat and stared and I couldn’t take my eyes from his. The thought of him hurting me seemed so real and yet so far away.
He moved towards me and I flinched. But he hadn’t moved to hit me – he reached out his hand and brushed my hair back ever so gently. He took ahold of my wrist and began making me fuck myself even harder in the ass with the huge cock. His intentions were maddening. Did he love me or was he toying with me like a cat does with a mouse. I was certain there was a fondness in his eyes. Maybe I reminded him of someone. Then he suddenly grabbed my throat and it startled me out of my daydream. His eyes seemed to change color, and I was terrified.
My heart began to race and I knew he was going to hurt me. The affection was gone, and the evil inside of him was even more angry because I had seen a glimpse of softness. Now he would destroy me. He couldn’t let me stay alive because I had seen too much. I had touched something inside of him that he didn’t want touched. His grip on my throat tightened and he squeezed as hard as he could while still using my other arm to fuck my ass as fast as he could. The pain was shooting through me, but I couldn’t scream. He began whispering in my ear that I was “daddy’s pretty little slut”, and those were the last words I heard before everything went black.
My precious memories
What kind of sick, evil bitch would I be if I didn’t keep a momentum or two from my favorite little…adventures? Truthfully, I always keep a trophy from each and every little whore I dominate then ruin. It’s not always the same thing, it can be something as insignificant as a bracelet or necklace to a piece of their pee/cum/blood and tear covered hair. Sometimes if I really like what the stupid bitch was wearing I’ll keep that and actually wear it occasionally, especially when I want to relive the moments that led up to the end of this particular slut’s time. But of course I only do that when I’m feeling extra deviant. I have a special jewelry box for everything I take from those girls who once thought they were on top of the world and now are only remembered when I need something new to wear. As far as their hair goes, I have multiple scrapbooks for those. That has to be kept hidden well, because there is sooo much evidence in those books I could get in a lot of trouble! But I won’t ever get caught. I’ll continue to take out those books late at night and rub my pussy till I cum as I remember the last look on their face as they faded away. I almost forgot… my favorite little trophy to keep is as simple as a picture I take and print out on my printer. I of course have more than others, I love to capture their most terrifying moments those turn me on the most. I think it’s about time I got myself another trophy…wanna help?
Killer Dinner Party
I 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.
The 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.