Evil Phone Sex Sunday

evil phone sexEvil phone sex Sunday? Has a nice ring too it, doesn’t it. Evil describes me well. So does sadistic bitch, snuff queen, sick, twisted, antisocial and depraved. I am not warm and fluffy. I’m evil. Pure evil. If I don’t like you, consider yourself warned. I won’t warn you twice. I was flying recently. I hate to fly, but it was not avoidable. I had been paid to dispose of a bitch for a guy. It involved me being across the US to do the deed. On the way back, this annoying little twat was sitting behind me. She kicked my seat non stop. I warned her. I warned her mother. Both looked at me with indignation and the problem persisted. Obviously, I could not snuff them both on the plane. Well not without ending up in prison. I’m smart. I’m patient. That is the best kind of evil. I waited for my luggage near them so I could get the name on the badge. I watched the car that picked them up so I could get the license plate number. I have connections. I had their address before I was even home. I know this really sick molester who loves little girls. He recently got compassionate parole. He wouldn’t mind going back to the joint for the pleasure of killing, fucking and dismembering a cute yet annoying little brat. When I told him about her, I tossed in he should do the momma too to throw suspicion off the P man just paroled in the neighborhood. He was putty in my hands. I drove the getaway car.  I knew he did them both good. He came back with souvenirs. He sliced off the little girls tits and her little bald cunnie. I told him I would freeze dry them for him. He was covered in blood, but I could still see his evil grin. He told me sex with dead bodies was something he really missed in the joint. His days are numbered because of lung cancer, but I think until then he is going to be the perfect accomplice. He has nothing to lose.

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