Killer phone sex thoughts consume me. I meet someone new, and I don’t think how can I fuck that person. I think how can I kill that person. I enjoy murder. It is therapeutic. Anyone who is a high stress person, has never murdered some one else. Snuff takes the edge off. Some folks drink. Some folks do drugs. I kill. I met this annoying little whore at the store the other night. She was was bullying some less than perfect girl in the store. They obviously new each other from school. I intervened and the mean girl said something snide to me. So, I followed her. She was old enough to drive but not old enough to to drink. She was old enough to die. I ran her off the road. I was impulsive which I rarely am. I stay under the radar by being methodical with my snuff porn plans. I saw an opportunity and I took it. She was dazed and confused. Head trauma. I couldn’t have planned it better. Young drivers don’t know how to play chicken. I ran her off the road without my car even touching her car. She got out of the car and fell down. Her phone was in her hand. I kicked it away from her. I pulled out my monster dildo and fucked her holes. Made it look like a sexual assault. She was no virgin. Not enough blood for that. After I used her teen holes, I took a piece of broken glass from her windshield and jabbed it in her jugular She would bleed out before anyone drove by the scene. When the state police discover her dead body, they will either think she was fucked before dying or it was some driver who saw an opportunity and took it. Maybe they will even think this was some strange sex with dead bodies case. Some folks get off on car crash sites. I just get off on killing worthless sluts.
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