My angelic face and perfect body might make me most men’s fantasy fuck, but my demonic mind and corrupted soul definitely make me everyone’s nightmare. You might survive a harrowing trip through my sadistic world of sex and violence, but you’ll never, ever forget the joyful pain and bloody torture I inflict upon you. Scars come in all sorts of shapes and sizes and aren’t limited to only your skin.
I love to get off, I am human. But my twisted carnal desires have a way of taking shape and coming to life in the most fucked up fashion you could imagine. At first I thought I was seeing things, my House of Horrors has a real weird way about it and visions of messed up, slimy little filth monsters seemed to just be a part of the deal. The night I woke up screaming from a rape filled nightmare and found one of those ghoulish freaks buried halfway in my cunt grunting and staring at me with those dead freakish eyes, I knew they weren’t just figments of my messed up imagination.
It took a few weeks but through hours of salacious study, the best I could figure is that these grisly cum guzzling butt boglins are physical manifestations of my most craven desires. The more disturbing the fantasy was, the more horrific the beasts got, the more my holes got stretched and tunneled into. I couldn’t get away from them, either. They didn’t just stay in the house when I left to stalk some jizz junky prey or sniff out some sweet virgin poon, they fucking followed me everywhere I went popping up at the most inopportune moments. Do you know how hard it is to be stealthy when you’re constantly shooing off a group of horny little ghoulies? It’s impossible!
I’m not an idiot, though. Of course I figured out how to get rid of them and push my nightmare off onto someone else. It’s not that hard, I just have to practice a bit of control. To rid myself of my rotten manifestations all I have to do is lure a lust filled lover into my big haunted house, fuck their brains out (metaphorically) and then just let them live and go on their merry way. The fiendish little living diseases simply follow them out the door. They might not notice at first, but eventually every one of my living lovers start getting harassed and violated by those horny, otherworldly creations of mine.
Sometimes my bloodlust gets the best of me and, even when I plan on giving them a life pass, I accidentally go to far and miss the chance to pass my sputtering and spewing sentient STD’s off to a simpering fuck sow. It’s all good, I just find another pussy pounding piggy and show a bit more restraint. It’s easier once I’ve already snuffed the life out of some other strange lover.
I don’t know why these boglins started appearing, my house is fucking crazy and does what it wants. Now that I know how to make them go away, though, I like to build up a whole gang of the little fuck fantasy gash ghoulies before I give them to an unsuspecting sex fiend. I guarantee they’ll make his life much harder than they made mine. Probably his cock, too.
