You find’em and I’ll grind’em. Ha! Do you know there are a lot of Step Parents out there who absolutely hate their new Partner’s offspring? I shit you not my friends. Some of those feelings go well beyond hate. They detest them, the mere sight of them makes them want to throw up. I would imagine Rage Step-Parenting wouldn’t be a great thing for the newly married couple. Might dampen some of that marital bliss I would think. Luckily for those Steps the Goddess has seen fit to put someone like me onto this shit hole of a planet.
You see, I can make those little pests just go away. Because of the nature of disposal there is always a fee involved. I don’t care what age, what they look like, what they sound like, or anything like that. As long as I get paid I do not care. Picking them up at their own home isn’t a problem, I’m like a Death Uber or some shit. The Step-Parent brings them right out and puts those little fuckers right into my car. How convenient is that?
All I do is drive away to a nice secluded place. Of course the little shits are always confused as fuck but that’s okay, they won’t be confused for very long. They won’t be much of anything for very long. Sometimes I like to play with them for awhile. Cut them, burn them, brand them, stab at them, anything to make them scream. Other times I have shit to do so I just slit their throats then toss them some place to rot.
The best part of all this is when I see the news reports with the parents begging for the person who took their brat to bring them home. The tears, the sobbing, the utter fucking lie. Motherfuckers are god damned Sociopathic. It makes me laugh. All that fucking acting. In the end though, it will just become a memory and once a year there will be some sort of vigil or some shit for the poor lost one. I go to those damn things. It always gives me a little thrill for the Step-Parent to see me again. I think it makes them nervous, which it so fucking should, because I am privy to the biggest secret of their lives.