Magenta

I may be young and sweet at first glance, but the deeper I pull you down into my sick fucked up little mind the
more you will learn of who I really am. I’m not your average, everyday girl. I don’t give two shits about the things
these “normal” peppy bitches go crazy over. Shopping? Fuck that. Unless of course I’m shopping for a brand new
blade to scalp off all that pretty, long hair. It drives my naughty little pussy wild – to cover my collection of knives in layers of thick, warm blood. I can never resist licking up those tasty red drops right off the edge of that shiny blade.

Ever since I was little, I’ve had a sadistic, dark soul. I had so many dreams of torturing little bitches. No matter the size, I just love to see that fear in those eyes. Now that I’m a little bit older…I’m driven by lust for that taste of blood. My juicy cunt craves everything from revenge on those that have tried to fuck me over or just watching those innocent little tears on that blood smeared face while I tie down a little slut and help you fuck her
tiny pussy into complete oblivion. I’m up for anything bloody, twisted, and sick as fuck. I just have one rule and one rule only – take your boring ass, plain old fantasies elsewhere. If there is no blood, no tears, and no horrific
shrieks of pain, then my pretty kitty will be dry as a bone…and you wouldn’t want to leave me like that, now would you?