What kind of sick, evil bitch would I be if I didn’t keep a momentum or two from my favorite little…adventures? Truthfully, I always keep a trophy from each and every little whore I dominate then ruin. It’s not always the same thing, it can be something as insignificant as a bracelet or necklace to a piece of their pee/cum/blood and tear covered hair. Sometimes if I really like what the stupid bitch was wearing I’ll keep that and actually wear it occasionally, especially when I want to relive the moments that led up to the end of this particular slut’s time. But of course I only do that when I’m feeling extra deviant. I have a special jewelry box for everything I take from those girls who once thought they were on top of the world and now are only remembered when I need something new to wear. As far as their hair goes, I have multiple scrapbooks for those. That has to be kept hidden well, because there is sooo much evidence in those books I could get in a lot of trouble! But I won’t ever get caught. I’ll continue to take out those books late at night and rub my pussy till I cum as I remember the last look on their face as they faded away. I almost forgot… my favorite little trophy to keep is as simple as a picture I take and print out on my printer. I of course have more than others, I love to capture their most terrifying moments those turn me on the most. I think it’s about time I got myself another trophy…wanna help?
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My precious memories
Killer Dinner Party
I know I do not fit in. I never have, likely never will. I tried to make some new hipster friends recently. If for any other reason, than just to not look like such a Wednesday Adams to my parents, and more importantly the cops. Every time someone goes missing, I don’t need them looking at the antisocial bitch in the community. I got invited to a dinner party. The conversation was insipid at best. But, I was trying. All these dudes in skinny jeans was criminal, however. And the music , don’t get started on that. A bullet to the brain was less painful than this awful band Neutral Milk Honey. What the fuck kind of name is that anyway? When I suggested we play some Slayer, maybe go a little “South of Heaven,” this one bitch started spewing some post modernistic babble about pastiche and irony exhausting themselves as aesthetics. Essentially she was using pretentious speech to insult heavy metal. Unacceptable.
When I heard the lyric, “And one day we will die and our ashes will fly,” I lost it. I thought this bitch’s one day is now. My hero Patrick Bateman channeled through me, as I grabbed the butcher knife in the ham and just started giving the Roger Ebert of music 50 whacks. I realized it was not all in my head. I was killing this bitch on the dining room table for real. Blood spewed all over the ceiling and across the faces of dumbfounded assholes in colored skinny jeans. They looked at me like I was a crazed bitch. I am I guess. But I could not let her drone on like that. Her body laid lifeless, covered in blood like some macabre center piece. Made me wet.
The room was silent. They all were in shock; they feared me. I have impulse control issues, as well as anger issues. I simply have no tolerance for stupidity or pretentiousness. I did think for a moment of killing them all. The world needs less hipsters anyway, but I decided to use their fear to control them. If they didn’t want to be a bloody centerpiece, a dead hipster, they better join me in dining on their friend. I forced them to eat her remains. I am usually more methodical about my kills so I don’t have to worry about detection and proper disposal, but shit happens. I have discovered that eating the victim, hides the remains. I was covered in their friend’s blood wielding a big ass knife, which apparently put the fear of God in them. They sprinkled some hot sauce on her and started eating her like she was BBQ ribs; like they were the progeny of Hannibal Lector. Gave new meaning to the phrase “having a friend over for dinner.” Made me more wet.
I don’t play well with others. But, I do play well with knives and annoying people. Invite me to your dinner party. I will fly into a rage and kill whomever annoys you too.
The Devil Knows How To Do It…..
Having dreams about him are my favorite nights. My Dark Prince, with his skin that shines with a beautiful red hue. His massive horns adorn his head and remind me of his huge rock hard cock. His body is well defined, muscular chest, six pack abs. His face is chiseled and his eyes glow with lust. His skin is hot to the touch. The sight of him makes my body respond instantly. I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin as he spreads my legs and inches toward my quivering cunt. His tongue licks my already wet slit, it is rough and thick and I feel it invading and stretching me. I can’t help but grinding my cunt into his face giving him what he wants, my hot flowing cum. I can hear him groaning deep in his throat and chest as he follows the movements of my body, bringing me closer to the edge. Finally I explode in his mouth and in my sleep I feel the fluid covering me. Breathing heavy I wake up in a hot cold sweat, my legs and crotch soaked, my panties sticking to my body. Reaching down and scooping up fingers full of cum i eagerly suck it up. Closing my eyes I fall back to sleep and he reapers. This time his massive cock is hovering over my face. Longing to taste it, I cover it with my mouth and he shoves deep into my throat. It feels as if it grows larger the deeper he pushes into my mouth. Thrusting harder and deeper I can feel his balls begin to tighten and I know that he will be filling my mouth with cum soon. I can’t stop and I just hope that after I have pleasured him with my mouth he will honor me by ripping my cunt open with his huge dick. I want to feel it deep inside me.
You’re already in Hell
I can’t stand those little girls who think they’re ‘bad’. Every time I see or hear them… I just wanna snuff them out. They have NO CLUE what a true bad girl is, and they are the just the type of girl that needs to see what it’s really all about. The sad thing about these girls is they’ve never actually hurt anyone in their whole life and I go through almost every day ‘hurting’ and getting rid of every single pathetic piece of shit that gets in my way. Nothing gets your point across better than a nice sharp knife. That’s of course my favorite way. It takes a while, it’s painful, and I get to savor the look of innocence on their faces as I slowly but surely end their pitiful little lives. Oh a favorite line from one of these supposed damsels in distress is to tell me how evil I am… and I never deny it. They’re right, I take great pleasure in controlling the lives of others, and it isn’t hard at all to trick and destroy the stupid little girls who think they’re bad bitches when they’re suddenly the ones tied up, dripping blood, and begging me to let them go. Silly little whores – I always finish what I start and after I familiarize you in a little humiliation you can expect nothing but pain from there. Not so big and bad now are you? Your face covered in cum, piss, blood and spit… you’re the disgusting one. But tell me again… what a bad girl you are? Hahahaha! That’s what I thought! Now I’ll watch as you slowly bleed all over the floor praying for your sins in hopes of making it to heaven… oh but my dear you’re already in hell.
Sadistic phone sex Ivy
Welcome to Ivy’s house of pain. After watching my cousin die fucked with my head. Its getting closer and closer to her suicide date and that makes my pussy wet. Just thinking about her swinging there back and forth watching her piss and shit herself made me excited. I laid out a line of my crystal and snorted that shit. I flipped my hair up to see this stupid fucking pregnant cunt crying in-front of me. My strong arm bodyguard is here and his cock is nice and hard. He has been under the table sucking on my pussy as I get high and think about what to do with this pregnant whore. She keeps begging and pleading me to let her go. FUCK THAT! Bitch has seen my face and every tattoo I have. I love watching her bruised belly wiggle and wiggle. Two birds with one stone right!
I do another line right before I cum all over big daddy’s face. He knows that now its time to get to work. ” Big daddy, do you think if we cut out her eyes she won’t be able to tell the cops what we look like?” She started crying and screaming. “Shut her up big daddy, she is killing my high.” I hear his approving grunt as her turns to her and she screams even louder. He punched that cunt right in the throat. He punched her so hard she started coughing up blood. That sparked my high. I told him to do it again. I loved listening to her fight for her breath and spit out the blood. I told him to punch lower. He nodded and waited for me to do another line. He punched her in the tit so fucking hard I heard her breast bone break. It made me giggle because she started having contractions and she couldn’t scream or breath. This is what I wanted.
I have watched life leave a body that was older than a few minutes. I wanted to watch the life slip from that struggling little cunt inside her. Big daddy started punching her over pregnant belly over and over until we saw that little critter fall out of her pussy. It slammed so hard on the ground and broke its umbilical cord. She was still alive after that fall, but her little bones where broken. I snorted another line and took the baby to the table. It’s whore of a mother was still somewhat alive which made me want to hurt this critter even more. Ill save that for our phone call.
A Nice Surprise
Just break in and take the evidence you said, it will be easy you said. You are full of shit! It wasn’t easy at all. I am not even sure why you had to pick a house that was actually occupied by a family. You said it had something to do with giving them a nice welcome home gift when they got back from vacation. I’m not sure if seeing your bedroom covered in blood splatter when you return from a week away is a great welcome home gift, but to you it was.
I got in no problem and went upstairs to the Master bedroom, it was a fucking mess and a half. I found your knife and started to leave the room but just seeing that beautiful copper color soaked into the expensive bed cover got my pussy wet. I laid down on it and started to masturbate, I almost came too but I heard the god damn front door open. Apparently the family came home early from vacation. Lucky me.
I got off the bed and hid in the closet. The Father came in and turned on the light. He stood very very still then called for his wife. She came in and said, “What the FUCK?!?!?” The look on their faces almost made me laugh. I could hear the rest of the family coming up the steps, the Mom rushed out and shut the door behind her. I could hear a small voice asking Mommy what was wrong. Then I heard Mommy lie. Daddy however was taking his cock out. Now it was my time to think, “What the FUCK?!?!?” The dude jacked off all over the bed! What an idiot! Daddy has a little bit of dark inside him I guess.
He went into the bathroom and cleaned up then picked up the phone. I wanted to yell at him about the fact that his cum was now on the same bed as the blood but what ever. If he was stupid enough to call the cops now then he deserved whatever he got. He hung up the phone and started to rub his cum into the bed cover, I played with my pussy, then the most amazing thing happened. He realized what he had done, he quickly gathered up the sheets and ran out of the room. I put my pants back on and got the fuck out of there.
As I was getting in my car three cop cars screeched to a halt outside of the house. That stupid mother fucker is going to jail for sure. This is all a nice surprise for me, and you, YOU, actually got away with it. You never cease to amaze me.
An Angry Black Man
I met him at a bus stop. He was looking at me to the point where I actually felt uncomfortable. I finally asked him what the fuck was he looking at. He said loudly that I look like the bitch his grandmother works for. I told him that I was not the bitch he thought I was. He said he knew but I still looked like her. I asked him why he referred to the person that his grandmother worked for as a bitch. He told me that she treated his grandmother badly and didn’t pay her enough for all the work she did. This gave me an idea.
I asked him what he would do if he could do what ever he wanted to her to get back at her for the way she treats his grandma. He laughed and said, “If only!” I said, “What if you pretended that I was her since I look a lot like her.” He told me that I must be shitting him, I told him I wasn’t. I gave him my number and made it very clear that he could do what ever he wanted, that I was into pain. I got on my bus and I hadn’t heard from him so I thought he would never call.
Eventually he did. He sounded a bit unsure when I showed up, but I told him that I wouldn’t go to the cops, and I went into great detail about my recent past and how it excited me. He then asked me what if he goes too far, I said then you go to far, I don’t care. It took a bit but he finally got into it. I’ll tell you what, he ragged out my cunt worse than I have ever had it before. He slapped me around, he choked me with not only his hands but his cock as well. He used me and violated me in every way he could come up with.
I had so much cum of his on my face at the end that it looked like I stuck my face in marshmallow fluff. It was just what my pain slut self needed. When he finally was exhausted he went to say he was sorry about how brutal he was. I told him to save it, I loved it and if he ever was that pissed off again at the bitch who employed his grandma that he should call me. I gave him a kiss and left.
I am daddy’s whore
I made daddy so happy on our date that he has given me more food and a extra blankets to keep me warm. He came down stairs today and he cuddled with me! I couldn’t believe it. While we were cuddling daddy started playing with my pussy. He whispered in my ear telling me he loves how wet I get for him. He wanted to play but I was expecting he wanted to play the way he wanted. He started spanking me, hard. So hard that he was leaving hand prints on my body. He rolled me over and spit in my face.
” You are daddy’s fucking whore.”
I nodded my head yes. He punched me hard in the face.
“Tell daddy what you are.”
His powerful punch made my head dizzy and fuzzy, when I didn’t answer right away daddy hit me again this time busting my eyebrow open. With the blood running down my face and aching I whispered
“I am daddy’s whore.”
That wasn’t good enough he punched me again and it felt like my head was hallow.
I could feel his erection pressing into my thighs. I was dazed as he ripped off my panties, and stuck two fingers inside of me. He growled and punched me again in the face.
“Get wet you fucking worthless whore.”
I looked at him with blood and tears running down my face and whispered
“I am trying to be a good whore for daddy and get wet but daddy you keep hurting me.”
The anger in his eyes scared me.
He grabbed my neck with one hand and started punching me in the face with the other hand.
“Does this hurt you stupid fuckin’ cunt? Good bitch I want it to fucking hurt.”
He pried my knees open with his legs sat up and slammed his cock into my dry pussy. He fucked me so hard I was raw and bleeding. His cum burned as he came inside of me. The last thing I remember was
“You are a worthless fucking whore.”
My body hurts so bad. I don’t want to make daddy angry again.. I am his worthless whore. I deserve everything daddy does and I am thankful for my punishment. It wasn’t his fault. I mad him angry.
New Meat Market for Dinner
I never grow tired of hunting my prey. This world is full of victims. Stupid worthless whores and jackasses surround me making it easy for me to find someone to fill my need to kill. Finding suitable food for my peculiar tastes, however, is a bit more taxing. My personal chef, Rick, has taught me many things; he has given me not only a taste for flesh, but an appreciation for meal preparation.
A good meal is much harder to come by than a good snuff victim. Why? Because so many women are not natural and are underfed. They are concerned with appearance more than health. To find a good meal is challenging in the era of size 6 girls, bleach blondes, Botox and fake tits. I found a new hunting ground for my meals: www.sophisticatedhotties.com. There are lots of natural beauties here. Some need fattening up and a handful need to have the silicone removed from their bodies before cooking, but the bulk of girls here will make a tasty meal with little prep work.
Thanks to Rick, I know to be patient. Ginger, Felecity and Divina need to be plumped up a bit, but they look tasty. I can store the girls in cages for a few days and feed them healthy weight gaining corn meal shakes. Three lovely women for three scrumptious meals. All whores that won’t be missed. Two strippers and a spoiled trophy wife can serve a higher purpose as nourishment for me and my friends. They are not fooling me. Sophisticated my ass. Worthless dirty whores, all of them.
Take a look at these lovely ladies. They pride themselves as classy vanilla girls who would never be into snuff or anything dark. Stuck up bitches need to be put in their place, don’t you agree? I won’t have any guilt over stalking, kidnapping, skinning, basting, slow roasting and eating any one of these self righteous cunts. And the ones that do not end up in my belly, well they might be fun play things to cut, snuff, bleed, torture and force to do all sorts of perverse things sexually.
There is a meal for every taste. Older flesh, younger flesh, meaty flesh, skinny flesh, white meat and even dark meat. Who looks like the best meal to you? Think of all the fun we can have together hunting and preparing our meal together.
Accomplice phone sex with Toni: Sex Offender Registry
When a convicted rapist moved to my neighborhood everyone was freaking out and loosing their minds about it. Every time I left the house I would overhear conversations about him. Their lives must be more typical and boring than I thought because they literally had nothing else to talk about! Did they think telling stories about what he done would scare everyone? Probably. If that’s what they were doing than it must have really disgusted them when they found out about what I done. Those nasty little tales they were rambling on about didn’t make me afraid at all, they actually turned me on! I wasn’t about to stay home and rub my aching clit to a snuff porn video either! So I decided to go out and have some fun…
The first time I went looking for him I didn’t expect to find him, but I did. Just seeing the way people started to act anxious anytime they got near his house made him stick out. While I waited on his front porch my cunt got soaking wet and started to throb. I was that excited to meet him and once he opened the door I liked what I found.
The instant he opened his door I let myself in without an invitation. Then, I started to undress and demanded that he tell me all about what he done. It didn’t take long before he admitted everything, all while his cock was stuffed down my throat.
Precum was leaking out from his thick pulsating cock while he told me about the 2 girls he had raped and beat on. That was already hot, but when he started to tell about crimes that the courts didn’t know about it nearly made me cum. Countless murders, torture, molestation, rapes, and even arson! It’s even more exciting that he got it away with all!!
We were having so much that we decided to share it with everyone. They didn’t seem to like it very much, some even told me how much it disgusted them. Seeing me walking down the street wrapped in his arms made their weak stomachs turn. I did enjoy it, but it wasn’t enough. That’s when I decided that we should just fuck in front of everyone.
I choose semi-public places at first. You know, places like parks and playgrounds. We would hide in the bushes in the late afternoon and make each other cum. It wasn’t over until someone discovered us, then we run. We never ran home either, just to the next location to have more fun. Word spread quickly, the entire neighborhood was horrified. One of the younger boys even recorded me sucking Mr. Rapist’s prick under a bridge!





















