Upscale society bitches really piss me off to no end. I abhor every damn thing about them. It isn’t the fact that they have money, it is the fact that they are so damn idiotic. That much stupidity packed into such a small space is mind boggling. I don’t care if they have companies, I don’t care if they are a CEO, bitches with that much money have no idea how the real world works, even if they came from dirt poor families, they forget. Most of these flesh puppets never even have to work, they are born into a world where nothing matters to them but themselves. Not that I give a shit for others either, but it is different with them.
If I could, I would take one of those cunts to a secluded place, and keep them there. Every day I would do something a little more violent, although to them breaking a fucking nail would be the worst possible thing that could ever happen. I can just imagine me standing over them, them begging, pleading, offering me money, blah blah blah. I don’t need that shit, I can make my own money. Me spitting into their face then taking a nice long piss into their mouth, before kicking them in their head to make them shut the fuck up.
After a very long time of playing with them, starving them, violating every orifice I could with what ever I could find, leaving pretty bruises all over their once flawless skin, I would begin the life ending act. Would I use a knife? No. Would I hang them from meat hooks before gutting them? No. What I would do is stomp them to death. I would start at the very bottom. Break those toes beneath the weight of my foot, crack the knee, watch the patella disintegrate before my eyes while they scream in pain. I am pretty sure the little shit would pass out at this point, so I would drink, watch some netflix, and wait until they regain consciousness, then get back to it.
I know that by the time I reach their sternum that they will have figured out that I was working my way up their useless body and that they would soon be just some floppy dead cunt tossed into a lake somewhere. I might even prolong the agony. I usually don’t like begging, I hate it actually, but to hear them beg for their shallow lives right before I crush their skull in could actually be fun. Then after they were crushed, broken, bruised and of course dead, I just might have to take some time to play with my magnificent pussy a few times before dumping them like the true pieces of trash they are.
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