I saw the flash of steel and felt the burn of the blade as it entered my chest. I tried to scream but my lungs filled quickly with blood. “Love.” I gurgled. I did it all for love. Love and drugs.
I met you about a month ago. You were on a drugs and sex binge. I fell for your tall, dark charms. You were rich, married to a local socialite. You showered me with gifts and the very best drugs. The sex was mind-blowing. You were rough and violent, preferring punches to kisses, as you fucked me with long, hard strokes. Your 10 inch cock seemed to stay hard under the influence of the meth. You battered me internally with your ferocious need for more pussy. My asshole would bleed after you rammed your cock into it for hours. My tits were bruised from your hands squeezing them and pinching my nipples. My ravaged pussy leaked cum for days after a drug binge. I screamed out with orgasm after orgasm as you beat me without mercy, using me for a human punching bag. I lived for that moment when I felt your nuts tighten and your jaw grow taut as I made you cum one more time. You would scream with the force of it. “Oh God, I love you, Chels. Take my cum.”
Then it happened. Your rich wife found out. She showed up at my house with 2 of her “bodyguards.” They knocked the shit out of me and made me suck them off as she laughed. “Stay away from my man.” she growled. I laughed, too, licking the blood from my lips. “Fuck you.” I hissed.
I told you about her and it was like fuel on a fire. You wanted more drugs and more sex. We crept around, fucking in cars, the park, and behind dumpsters. Your cock never went down and the sex became more violent. You’d choke the breath from me as you filled my pussy, your hands wrapped around my throat, calling out her name. I knew we had to end this before you or the drugs killed me.
It was Valentine’s Day and you were with me when the door flew open. Your wife and her goons busted in. They tied me to a chair. “I warned you, bitch. You didn’t listen.” She punched me in the face, then walked over to you, dropping to her knees and opening your fly. She pulled your hard cock out and twisted it cruelly. Walking back to me, she began to hit me, busting my face, knocking out my teeth. I looked over at you and saw you beating your hard cock. You had an evil look on your face, mesmerized by the blood and screams. I knew it was the end for me. You two were a pair of sick fuckers and I had been your toy all along.
You would think that the blood would be a dead give away. But it isn’t. These little fuckers don’t give a shit and that is the way I want it. This fucking ice cream truck attracts them like flies to fucking honey. So many little ones and they all want ice cream. And all I want is their screams, their blood, their pain and suffering. With this truck I have my pick of fresh little morsels with tight bald pussies and big innocent eyes. I lure them into my truck with promises of sweets and then take them to my place. Once in my basement they find out what a wicked ass world we live in and how dark it can be. It makes their nightmares look like a trip top Disney Land. 
