I walked into my dungeon and checked the cages. It was time for this accomplice phone sex queen to find some new meat. I only had 2 caged ones left and they were nothing but bones. They were well past the screaming stage and needed to be put out of their misery. I loved the little rich bitches the best. They were easy prey walking around with their faces in those iphones. I lived for the shock and disbelief on their faces when they ended up here, caged. Crated like an unwanted mutt. Oh, they’d scream out how I’d pay when their daddies found me. But after being repeatedly violated and battered by some of my clients, those shrill voices became muffled little pleas.
Those pretty designer clothes turned to tattered blood stained rags. The manicured fingers were bloody stumps, the nice acrylic nails long ripped off by fingers digging at the bars of their cages. The pretty pedicured toes became talons. Salon perfect hair was matted with blood and semen. Deep hunger had began to grip them. Soon these little princesses who were used to eating fine cuisine would kill each other over a rat carcass.
Are you ready to help me train these little Daddies Girls? I do enjoy watching the violation of society’s waste of air generation. I know you do too. SO, come on over and let’s make them scream. They won’t be screaming for very long…..
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