If there is one thing I hate, it’s a twisted fucking cop. I can’t stand a lying slab of bacon who uses their position of power abusively. I take great pleasure in sorting them out, these nasty spiral hams. In truth, I love to cook, and pig is one of my favorite animals to slow roast. I promise I nab at least one filthy fucker a week. I have a huge oven in my basement, for spit roasting large animals; cow, pig, goat, cop, you name it.
The neighbors always get excited when they smell the fat bubbling and crisping away, drifting up the chimney stacks. It makes me wet to hear their dying screams as I slowly cook their crooked little brains alive.
They beg for their lives, but so did the people BLM march for, and some couldn’t like Miss Breonna Taylor! This one was for her, specifically. I made sure to oil him up, inside and out. He cried when I made his little anal fuck hole bleed. Now, half the iron spit was inserted deep inside him, turning him over the roaring fire.
He was pleading, and I was only getting wetter as I prepped a big vat of my own home made BBQ sauce for the shredded pork I had slow roasting. I figured I may as well feed the bitches in blue while they search for their missing comrade.
His screams as his skin crackled and split, the juices hissing down into the fire, fueled me. I had to pause my cooking process just to masturbate this evil pussy. I put the “hot” in psychotic; ten minutes alone with me will tell you that. I love having a sexy little accomplice for these things, but I find I often get too excited and butcher my little helper too.
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