Snuff phone sex means you die, or I help you kill someone else. Nothing else. I am a dominant bitch and a sadistic one too. Even though I am clear about who I am and what I do, some loser with a death wish challenges me every time.
My latest victim Paul thought he could pay me to kill a bitchy coworker who tossed him under the bus. But once we met, he thought he could fuck me and kill his bitchy coworker. Not on my watch. We never got to Cheryl’s house because I killed him in my living room.
He forced me to break a few of my rules. And that pissed me off. So, I had to make his death gruesome. Brutal and bloody too. What a fucking tool. The moment he walked into my place he told me we should just fuck instead. And I laughed at him. Uncontrollable laughter. However, my laughter angered him.
Poor loser. He charged me like he meant to tackle me, but I pulled a knife out from between my boobs. I am always prepared.He fell on my knife. Charged me and got stabbed in the gut. What a mess he made. Bled everywhere. I mean this would be hard to clean up.
Usually, I make my snuff movies at my kill shack in the woods. Hose off the blood, toss down some bleach and I can get rid of the death smell and evidence. But I was in my house not my kill shack. But I still gutted him. His blood and intestines spilled out onto my shag carpet. That carpet really went with the room. So that pissed me off.
You Are My Victim or My Accomplice, Nothing Else
I did not mean to kill him so quickly. Or even kill him in my place. But he charged me. Self-defense. However, I could not call the cops. I did not panic. I dragged his body into my kitchen and carved him up. Took off his dick and balls for my collection. I guess you could say they are my trophies.
Then I carved his body up like a side of beef. Knife play is my specialty. Tedious work though. Gave my body a workout. But I chopped him up and put his various body parts in coolers. Loaded him up in my car and fed him to the wildlife piece by piece out by my kill shack in the woods.
The animals looked happy for fresh meat. When I got home, I spent hours cleaning up the crime scene. But it was not a good snuff sex kill. It happened quickly and unexpectedly. No prolonged agony. So, now I am looking for a more fulfilling kill. Would that be you?