Dusty



I’m a hell cat, and don’t let my small size fool you, I’ll slit your fucking throat and laugh about it, if you fuck with me. I have always known that I was different even at a very young age. Torturing any living thing I could get my hands on always brought me great pleasure. My earliest memories of catching baby birds and lizards and ripping them apart. I remember how amusing it was to me that I was bigger and had the power to take their lives. Then the best thing ever, happened. My older brother joined a gang. I will never forget the day he got beat in. I watched and loved every minute of it. I finally talked them into letting me join. The day I got beat in was the best day of my life. I came so fucking hard while they beat my ass to a bloody pulp. Needless to say, I’m definitely a sadomasochist, giving and taking is the name of my game. Of course, they tested me as soon as I healed enough. I had to go snuff a bitch. They gave me a gun, but I didn’t use it. I wanted to take her life with my bare hands. I wanted to feel the life slipping away from her, knowing it was me taking that life. I had to fulfill my rape fantasies first, shoving my fist up her cunt and ripping her open was the first taste she got of me. I made her watch me lick her blood off my arm when I was done. She suffered at my hands before, I wrapped them around her neck and squeezed the life right out of her. The whole time was better than getting fucked. My first kill and I was dripping cum, it was exhilarating. I have never looked back. The darker, more taboo I get the more I need to satisfy my cravings. Don’t call me sick, I’m twisted. Sick makes it sound like there’s a cure, but the only thing that soothes my thirst is blood.

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