Copy Cat Killers

My style is pretty distinct, so when I was laid out on my couch trying to rub my sadistic teen pussy to the horrific crimes on the news and I saw one of my signature crimes roll across the screen, I paused. Someone was out there doing what I do, and that only made me wetter. I kept stroking my cunt thinking about how this was good for business.

Whoever this was was sloppy as sin, and I squirted all over my sofa to the sick sights paraded across my screen. I hopped onto my phone after licking my fingers clean of my own cum, and decided to keep an eye. I watched for weeks as this killer played out rape fantasies and chopped up little girls, dismembering and disemboweling them in the cruelest of ways. Ways so similar to my own it made my cunt soaked.

When I slipped out of the door to go pick a vic down by the river, I decided to leave a message for my forensic love affair. I captured a family of four, and slaughtered them ruthlessly. Then I posed the bodies for my copy cat to find, in my – no our – style. I wrote him a love letter in blood, carved in the flesh of my tender victims. I invited him to a life of murderous lust. When I was finished, I snapped a picture for myself. When I turned around, I saw her step from the trees. My eyes lit up. My Goddess, Kali, at last.

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