Snuff and Castration Phone Sex Bitch

castration phone sexFor the love of Satan, I have no clue why guys call a castration phone sex specialist for GFE phone sex. Do I look like the kind of girl who enjoys sweet nothings and romance? Fuck no. I chop off balls and torture men, women and young ones. I guess I might be the kind of GFE Charles Manson or Ted Bundy would date, but I would probably kill them too. You know, I’d have trust issues. I did recently start seeing a guy. Don’t worry, I get girly over no one. Not even a sick pervert like me. I castrated this guy’s competition last year. It was a dirty castration too. I used a rusty jagged knife, and the bottom of a hot frying pan, so he would have a nasty reminder of what a fucktard he was. The guy I am seeing paid me last year to castrate this loser who was banging his wife. He was afraid she would get knocked up by him. We connected then. He hates little ones too. We had a chance meeting again. He is now divorced and has a taste for revenge and torture sex. His ex-wife has a baby sister he wanted to fuck up for being an annoying twat. He showed me her social media shit and we agreed she had to go. She was a bully and a cunt. Stupid too because she fell for a bullshit line about a modeling gig. She showed up, I drugged her, and I took her to my kill shack where Greg was waiting. When she woke up, she pitched a fit, but I put a ball gag in her mouth and told Greg to explore his torture fantasies. He stabbed her savagely for hours. Missing all the major arteries until the end. He wanted to string out the pain and the bloodbath as long as he could. Normally, I help kill, but this was his debut. I just watched and masturbated, so proud of my special friend. We fucked in her blood before disposing of the remains.

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