Sitting around watching snuff fantasy porn is such a bore. Why do that when you can have the real thing? Out in the real world there are millions of victims waiting to be plucked up and each one deserves to have their lives destroyed. Don’t act like you don’t know it! Those bitches are just toys for people like us. They exist to feed an addiction we were born with.
Take Brenda for example. That whore thought she was soooo cute, but I put an end to that. Now I bet that stupid skank avoids mirrors altogether. Taking her was easy too, all I did was scoop her right off the street. She saw me nearly everyday so for some reason she trusted me. That was a HUGE mistake which I’m sure she’ll regret for the rest of her pathetic life. Yes, I left Brenda alive and it wasn’t to be nice either. After what I did to her I know she wishes she was dead everyday. I’m very glad that she’s too much of a pussy to kill herself because now I get to watch her suffer everyday!
Seeing her disfigured face makes my cunt soaking wet. The way people stare at her like she’s less than human nearly makes me squirt right into my panties. Brenda’s torture never ends and I love it! I gouged her eye out with a spoon that I heated over a fire. Mmm just the memory of her screaming makes my toes curl!!! Of course, that wasn’t enough. An injury like that could easily be covered with eye patch or maybe with plastic surgery she could get a glass eye. That wouldn’t be very much fun now would it? Every time she caught a glimpse of herself I wanted her to remember me so I craved one side of her pretty little face up.
I dug so deep into Brenda’s fragile flesh with a rusty knife that no doctor could fix her. Not that she’s going to even try looking for one because I warned her what would happen if she did. If that dumb slut even thinks about calling a plastic surgeon or worse, the police she knows that something very bad will happen to her. Either I’ll completely destroy what’s left of her face or I’ll leave her so broken and mutated that she’ll need permanent care for the remainder of her sad existence. All it would take is the severing of a limb and a couple quick bashes to her dainty little skull to turn Brenda into a vegetable. Sure, she’s behaving now, but I have no doubt that her day is coming.