The Tide Runs Red on a Black Night.

The wolves are howling and hungry on a bloody phone sex night. She lies there in a pool of pool and semen. The glassy eyes stare into the darkness. Just a few hours ago she was a beautiful woman. But she was a bitch, this woman who broke your heart. She ran off with your best friend.  Now he’s gator bait out in the swamp and she is dead fuck meat. I knew you had the evil in you when you came to me, begging for help. A few sips of my special elixir and you exploded with rage, eager to destroy her. We abducted her, brought her to my lair. She was all fire at first, calling you every name. Tiny cock, no balls, loser. But when I walked in the room, knocked her to the floor, and slammed a stiletto heel in her eye, that flame turned to despair. And then to begging and praying as the torture began. We fucked every hole, probing her “hot little pussy” with a red hot poker. The screams inflamed us, driving us into a sexual frenzy. I made tiny cuts on her tits before I cut off her nipples. Then I handed the blade to you. You put her on her knees and made her beg for her life as you destroyed her asshole with an angry cock. You slashed her throat just as orgasm overtook you, riding her to a thrashing bloody happy ending. Who do you need to punish? What bitch deserves to die?

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