Murder phone sex fantasies are rampant in my sick mind. Seriously, I meet more people I want to kill than I want to fuck. My callers only feed my killer fantasies. This may be the wrong profession for a Goth chick with murder on the mind. I was watching some insipid Disney film with a caller early last week. He likes young girls. He wanted me to castrate his pervert cock for liking young girls. They way I see it, those little Disney princesses are cock teases. The world needs less of those, not more. After watching Disney cock teases, I went hunting. This was a solo hunt sadly. When young girls are the target of my rage, I prefer a male accomplice. Someone who can enjoy their little fuck holes first. That way none of the little whore goes to waste once I kill her. I can just look at a little girl and know if she is going to grow up to be one of those cheap whores that have way too many babies and expects us to pay for them. I saw the perfect victim at the mall. She looked like a little beauty queen. Whore makeup and slutty clothes and attitude a mile long. She was shaking down old perverts for candy and jewelry. I told her I would be happy to spoil her, but she told me to get lost because she wasn’t into old whores. I am not even 30 yet. I punched her in the face just right to incapacitate her. Tossed her into my trunk. I drove her to my cabin in the woods and did very bad things to her. I should have made a snuff porn of what I did to her. I cut off her clit and her nipples. I fisted her cunnie and ass. I shaved off her pretty hair. I dismembered her just to hear her scream. Then, I roasted her over an open flame and ate her tender age body. No one will find her unless they examine my shit.
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