Thirty-one days to Halloween means Thirty-one Days left to live!!!

sadistic phone sexHallo-fucking-ween. My favorite day of the year. One where I can be myself and let my freak side shine. Oh, I have such big plans this year. I plan to catch me a trick or treater and make her SCREAM as I chop her into bits. I’ll decorate that abandoned house into a nightmare chamber or horror. And best of all, NO ONE will care if she screams. Everyone screams on Halloween. No one will even pay attention to the little slut that I am dismembering. I’ll put her parts in a plastic pumpkin and throw in it with the trash from the local haunted house. She’ll blend right in with the fake gore and pig guts.
I want to go to a party and find me a skank. You know the type. She uses Halloween as an excuse to dress up and wear some cutesy outfit that shows it all. Halloween is supposed to be scary. Those fake cop outfits, or slutty Dorothy of Oz, that look like streetwalker garb, make me sick. Gonna drug her and take her home. Tie her down until she wakes up to find me dressed like pure evil. Then let the games begin. Spiked dildos, anal probes, scalpels to cut off nipples. A slow painful torture. But first, we’ll have my friends over for some fun with her. A real freakshow Hallowed Party. She’ll be a party favor for the boys. Oh yes, my pretty.
I can barely wait for Halloween. My pussy gets wetter as the day draws closer. I wanna splash in the blood and eat the flesh of my victim. And when the moon is high, she will draw her last breath. And if there is time before dawn, more than one may die. Trick or Treat, motherfuckers. Happy HELL-o-ween.
Stay tuned for my evil blogs as Hell Day draws nigh…..

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