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Cruel to be Kind

Snuff Phone Sex ReaganI think many things that are evil can be just as kind. Today is “Random Acts Of Kindness Day.” It is a day to cheer up the ones in your life that need it. I do that quite a bit, if you can believe a sadistic whore can be kind! Take for example one of my last victims. She had been screaming so loud that I finally cut out her tongue. Granted the crushing of her limbs that caused her bones to shatter made her scream, but it was for the best. So here she was, broken and bleeding. She was obviously in a very bad place. We both knew her end was near, so why not give her something to look forward to? I had just that morning mutilated her youngest son. He was a magnificent piece of bloody art. And since I video tape most of my kills, I told her I had a special movie for her! Now she can die knowing her loved one was on the other side waiting for her. Yes, random acts of kindness do go a long way.

My last home invasion is a perfect example. This young couple who were struggling to pay bills. They had the hardest time paying their mortgage. Well I of course entered the home and used my sledge hammer to bash in their skulls. First I doused them and their over priced home with gasoline. Lighting my cigarette with a match I tossed it on their bound bodies and inhaled the intoxicating odor of their flesh burning. Once I realized I could end their suffering much quicker, I smashed their heads and smiled at just how kind of an act that was. Not to mention they wont be struggling any longer! Today I will be kind as can be, can you say the same?

Hit Girl

Murder phone sex fantasiesEvery once in a while you meet someone who is so fucked up in the head you just have to look at them in awe.  Those are my kind of people!  I have a friend who I have known for about two years and he is one of these people.  He will scare you, not jump out and scream BOO scare you, but full on make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up on end when he walks into the room scare you.  I adore him.

This dude managed to fall in love.  Yes this surprised me, along with everyone else.  The woman he fell in love with was for lack of a better term…normal.  Not one freaky thing about her not even any ink or piercings but some how they ‘loved’ each other.  Well, up until a couple of months ago.  Seems that my friend’s craziness got the better of him and started to think his girl was fucking about on him.  Now from what I knew and had seen of her, she didn’t strike me as the type of woman who would do that.  She was always by his side if she wasn’t at work, she used his cell phone because she didn’t have her own, and as far as I know she hardly ever went on the net.  See what I mean about her not striking me as someone who fucks about on their man?

I asked him why he thought that and he said that he found a bunch of guy’s names written down in her appointment book.  I was like, “hello, it’s an appointment book! Of course there are going to be names of guys in there.”  However, he pointed out that there were times for them to meet and when she came back from these meetings she was always off a little bit. Alright, I can see why he thought she was going around on him.  Did he want to break up with her? Nope. Did he want to just stop seeing her? Nope.  Motherfucker wanted me to kill her.

Yup went from being crazy in love to just down right crazy.  Being the good friend I am, I said, “Sure.” That’s what friend’s do right?  Sooooooooooo, I know that before him she was dating a chick.  I know my shit is good so I said I would see if I could get her alone with me then I would do it.  I asked her and she said, that she would love to see me naked but couldn’t do anything because she was in a relationship. Again, not something someone who fucks around says, but I already told him I would.  Now I’m here, sitting and waiting for her to come to my house.  I am going to answer the door naked because less clean up for me if I am nude.  I’m not sure how I am going to do the deed yet, but I am sure I will come up with something.  The shit I do for friends…I swear.

Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Happy Valentine’s Day to Me

bloody phone sex killer sexBe my bloody Valentine? I’m not a roses and candy kind of girl. I don’t want to watch The Notebook or Titanic. I don’t want to go to a fancy restaurant. I want to stalk, kidnap, torture and kill. I’m lucky, that I have so many men in my life that would rather give me a dead bitch than roses. One such sweetheart gave me a lovely present today. He booked us a romantic cabin in the woods. I knew John was up to something. He knows I’m not a typical romance kind of girl. I played along. The cabin was decorated with rose petals everywhere. A bottle of Pappy Van Winkle (about the best bourbon around) was on the coffee table. And, a trail of blood led to the bathroom.

Like a little girl on an Easter egg hunt, I followed the blood drops. There I found my present. This blonde whore who called me a freak a couple weeks ago when John and I were getting gas. I would have snuffed the bitch out right there if it had not been so public. But he loves me so. He went back, kidnapped her, and has had her on ice since then, waiting to give her to me today. She was bound, gagged, barely alive in the heart shaped tub waiting for me. Best Valentine gift ever. I looked over to the left and saw a table with all my favorite torture instruments. He knows how to turn me on. Normally, I take time to kill a victim. Savor the moment, but I had a romantic idea. I grabbed my big field knife, designed to gut deer and other large animals, shoved it in her belly and slit her wide open. Watched her blood, intestines and entrails spill out in the heart shaped tub.

John tossed her carcass to the side, we got in the tub and fucked in her bloody innards. Covered in her blood and guts, we came so hard. Very romantic. Best Valentine’s Day present ever. What would you give me on such a romantic day to prove your love? John set the bar high; so you better bring your A game or I might just gut you too.

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My precious memories

snuff sexWhat 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?

Keisha Kills Again!

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My master surprised me this past weekend. He came into my basement and started having a conversation with me about my family. He wanted to know who they were, where they lived and how many of them could come over for Sunday dinner. I was really sure that he had lost his mind or he must be far too intoxicated to even understand what he was saying to me. Since I’ve been captured he’s told me everyday that he is my only family and I should forget the rest of the rats that I came from. I had been with him for so long that I was convinced, and I followed his every word never questioning a command. Even in my state of confusion I gave him as much information that I could remember.

To my surprise he wasn’t joking and actually had a good reason to dig up my past. They all arrived at dinner on time that Sunday and we sat down as if we all knew each other. They didn’t really seem like the family that I had left behind all that time ago. They seemed to be looking at me as if I had done something wrong, I was wondering what he could have told them. My snappy little sister is always the one to say something smart, so it didn’t surprise me when she started talking shit about our living arrangements. What did surprise me is how defensive I got over this place, the same place I’ve been trying to escape from. I was yelling at my sister loosing control and she just wouldn’t stop. Before I knew it, my hands were around her neck and I couldn’t stop myself from strangling her. I felt her body go limp in my hold and I knew in that moment I had went to far. But the death of my sister turned me on even more and I let my master take me right there next to my baby sister’s limp body.

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After daddy punished me like he did, he wanted to have a big family dinner. All of us are scared. Last time we had a family dinner we lost a girl. Daddy says manners  is real important. We have all kinds of forks and he cuts our meat for us. He says we cant have knifes because things can get messy. We all have to wait until daddy is done cutting up our food. We all know the rules but Charity didn’t wait this time. Daddy caught her eating and he said it was wrong. She didn’t ask permission. Daddy walked up to her and grabbed her by her head. He slammed her head into the table a bunch of times. While he kept asking the rest of us the rules. Then he took his big knife and put her hand out on the table and stabbed it. He made us all watch as he cut little bits off of Charity’s face. We were all scared. We knew this was the last time we would ever see her. It was sad but so excited to watch the life drain from her eyes as we all ate. Daddy was still angry. He threw his plate at Charity to see if she was still alive. She twitched and that made him see red. He made each one of us  stab her. while one was stabbing the her he was fucking us one by one. I am happy to say daddy was please with what I did. He kept me upstairs and made me help him get rid of her. Daddy was very pleased. I am still alive and happy in love with my daddy. 

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Killer Dinner Party

killer phone sex evil bitchI 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.

cannibalism phone sex killer partyThe 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.

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After last night’s party I really needed to relax and sleep off this massive hang over. I finally got home at sunrise and fell fast asleep when I started hearing screaming. For a second there I thought big daddy had gotten another one. The screaming turned into sounds of little fuckers playing. Fuck! These little fuckers were going hard. I finally got tired of it. I got up some clothes on. Did a line or 3 of my pure crystal rocks and grabbed my special candy. You know the kind of candy your parents always warned you about at Halloween. Some of it was laced with powerful drugs to make a grown man who is 300 pound be fucked up for days, and the other will cut your mouth up.

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I grab my sunglasses and go outside. All that noise and it came from two cunts! Oh I was more than ready to make them shut the fuck up. I walked past them knowing they were rude little fucks. “hey lady. what kind of candy is that? I want some. Give me some right now!” I gave them the entire fucking thing. I walked around to the bench covered by the shade and watched as they ate and ate all this candy. I started to laugh as they were tripping balls. One of them started choking and tried to puke but all that came out was blood. She was so high she just kept eating the candy. It made my pussy wet just watching them suffer. I went back to the apartment and woke big daddy up but sliding my wet pussy down on his cock. Today was a good day!

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Torture Sex with Venus: Inspired by Hostel 2

torture sex evil dominatrixI am a horror movie junkie. I think my parents poor choices in what they allowed me to watch as a young girl, contributed to the sick, twisted bitch I am today. There is no movie that gets me as wet as Hostel 2. In fact, it has provided me the inspiration to step up my game. Stalking and stabbing have become quite blasé to me. The thrill is gone. The first Hostel made my cunt wet, but the sequel spoke to me. It was like the director knew I needed a little kick in the ass to be a better killer. The opening scene is spank material for me. A woman, much like me, lies underneath a hanging female body, then slowly cuts the girl so she bleeds on her. Hot, sticky sweet blood cascading out of her victim, on to her body, until she has bled out. I love blood, but to bathe in it, is my ultimate fantasy. I cannot think of anything hotter, than killing some bitch I hate, then bathing in her blood, watching her die as the blood spills from her worthless body as I am masturbating. I’m already converting my basement into a blood bath.

bloody phone sex kill fantasiesThis movie is filled with ideas for wicked women like myself. The concept is that for the right price you can do whatever sick, perverse thing you want to another person. People are disposable. Want to castrate a man, you can. You want to eat another person for dinner, you can. You want to perform macabre experiments on a living person, you can. You want to force yourself on little ones, you can. You want to dismember and disembowel someone while they are alive, you can. In the Hostel flicks, anything goes. Money is all that matters, and people are just a commodity. I want to start a torture club. An elite group of women with their own money, like the protagonist in Hostel 2, Beth. Women, who like her, were once victims,  but turned the tables on their predators.  Instead of money, revenge and pleasure are my goals. We rid the earth of useless, worthless men. And we do so rather graphically and tortuously because killing is fun.

Women do not need to be victimized by men. Men think they are stronger than us, but we are craftier, more patient and far crueler than they could ever imagine. I like the idea of running my own hostel. Having my own torture club. Because as we all know, there are plenty of men that aren’t needed, that no one would miss right? Tiny dick losers. Sex offenders. Misogynistic assholes. Cheaters. Fat bastards. Hostel 2 has inspired me in more ways than one to put the pizzazz back in killing. Not only am I going to bathe in the blood of my victims, but I am going to empower other women to kill too. There is a special joy that I get sharing the art of torture. Especially, the torture of men that serve no purpose on this earth. Well, no purpose until now….

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Snuff Sex Reagan * Twisted Twisty the Clown

Snuff Sex ReaganI have been growing tired of the same old Snuff Sex adventures lately. I have been craving something more twisted and disturbing. Then last night I found Twisty the Clown. On the TV he Frequents small towns, reigning his style of bloody terror. Taking the young ones. He wants so much, to be a good clown. But he craves blood, and the fear he smells from his victims. Yes Twisty the Clown.. he is quite Twisted indeed. You have seen the series “American Horror Story” I am sure. If you have not seen it you have definitely heard of it. Twisty the Clown is by far my favorite freak in the show. Twisty runs around with a half dead skin mask on his fucked up clown face. He stalks young people and takes what he wants. Keeping the sweet ones captive, and continuously tortures them with disturbing Snuff Sex Reaganimages of a psychotic sort. If Twisty is provoked, who knows what this twisted clown will do to them. The little ones he has kept for himself are in constant fear. I can only imagine the sexual energy these little ones must provoke as they beg for their lives. The fear of death is the only thing that will make you feel alive!

I decided to create a mask like the one that Twisty wears, one that will transform me into a macabre clown. Ass Rape Porn while wearing such a mask made out of human skin and teeth, will be my grand adventures, I believe. I think it will be very humorous to stalk a small town and leave a trail of death and blood in my wake. Taking only the very young and innocent to do whatever it is blood thirsty Clowns do. I think a small town in the Midwest would be best. One that has not felt the hand of a murderous clown. This will be more fun that I can even imagine. I smile as I begin to pack my bags. It is time for a new adventure. I have yet to use a mask to transform my appearance. This will be a wonderful new way to quench my thirst for malice, don’t you think?Snuff Sex Reagan