You never knew what hit you, you stupid bitch when you walked through your door. All at once he grabbed you and pulled you close to him and muffled your pathetic screams with his hand. You saw me waiting for you both in your very own bedroom waiting for the fun to begin.
Typically, this is when useless little cunts like you begin to cry and beg for us not to hurt you, God no matter how many times I hear them do this it still manages to get my little snatch dripping wet. When he pushes you face down onto your bed, I crawl in next to you with my devilish grin and tell you about the amazing dirty painful hard fucking you’re about to receive. Well…..aren’t you going to thank us, bitch? Hmm, as I pull out my long sharp buck knife I only use on very special occasions like this, your eyes widen and are filled with terror. Oh, now you’re getting with the program, aren’t you sweetheart? I knew you couldn’t be that much a brainless cunt.
I look over to him and know it’s time, we switch positions and climb on top of you and he pulls your trembling face into his lap. I laugh and tell you that you had better start to suck his cock the way he likes it or this evening to turn really bad for you. He pulls his hard throbbing dick out and forces it to your lips and you gag and choke and finally begin to suck it and take it like the worthless whore you are.
“I really think this slut is enjoying this,” I say to myself as I’m slicing through your flimsy little skirt and top exposing your leopard print panties and bra.” I knew you were a cheap whore all along.” and In a couple of quick slices you are completely stripped and splayed out, and ready for some fun.
As your busily getting mouth fucked, you feel me glide my cool steel blade down your back over that sweet ass and down your creamy thighs. Such a pretty picture this is and I can’t resist having a nice long lick of your little fuck hole. “My, my, my, your snatch is delicious… don’t mind if I do.” I smile to myself and devour that tight cunt of yours as I fuck you so hard and deep with my expert tongue.
“Oh baby, we’re gonna have so much fun with this one, she may occupy us the whole evening. Let’s see if she can break the record and make it through the entire evening with us, cross your fingers bitch…..oh right never mind.” *giggle*
Sometimes I need to blow off steam. Sometimes I do it just for fun. The hunt, the thrill of the catch. The Omnipotent grace that washes over me. Covers me as their blood covers me. It is perfection. An art of sculpting with my blade and painting their blood on a clean pure canvas that makes me realize just how perfect life can be. The feel of the cold metal placed in my hands as the warm blood pouring over my instrument. Washes over me as I create my ballad of pleasure and pain. The smell of fear and life fills my senses. As I bask in the glory of life as it slips thru my fingers one cut at a time. The sweet anguish of its cry’s as I empty the vessel of it life force. And when I am done I get to look at my finished master piece and know that I created the single most important even it its life. And no one will ever forget what I have done. The art I have created with my hands and my knife.
