Every flick of my wrist drove the blade, dripping sweetly with bloody crimson revenge, across her skin. She screamed, begging and begging for me to stop hurting her, to stop cutting up her pretty porcelain skin. The grin that cascaded across my face was malicious, knowing my sadistic cunt was dripping from hell my sister was enduring by my hand, and that I was loving every single second of it.
“Baby girl, you should have shut the fuck up a long time ago. Now I’m going to make you.” I had already dropped the knife. Instead, a 12g. Needle, complete with my own special version of thread, sparkled in my hand. I was going to sew that bitch’s mouth shut. The thread? It was strips of her own fucking skin. I was tempted to sew up that cunt of her too, the one that taunted me about my infertility.
If I had a brat, I’d slaughter it anyway. Or, raise it to be a sadistic killer queen, just like me. The needle tore a hole in her lips. She screamed as I forced her jaw closed, fighting against her bloodied restraints. They cut into her skin with every pull, every inch of struggle. I didn’t care, fuck that bodaciously bloodied cunt. The new idea that slipped into my head split my face in the most terrifying smile, and the last, she would ever see.
I did sew up her cunt, and then invited my little boy toy over. He wasn’t little; six foot nine, an easy three hundred pounds, and build like a mastiff. He pulled out his throbbing fire crotch cock, and ripped her cunt stitching apart, slamming his massive dick inside of her now useless fuckhole. She was “screaming”, muffled through her lips. I was tired of her, so I started to pour water up her nose using a specialized funnel. With her lips sewn shut, I had decided I was going to drown my slutty bitch of a sister.
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