We could all use a little torture phone sex right now. Inflicting pain is therapeutic. Let us hunt for a victim that we can work our anger issues out on together. The world is full of useless cunts and pricks. Hell, you may be one of them. I met this guy at the grocery store. Meet is too strong of a word. He was all up in my personal space with no mask. He tried to hit on me. Got right up in my face like there is no pandemic and gave me a lame come on. I told him to back off and tried to kiss me. The mother fucker tried to kiss me. For a quick moment, I thought about gutting him like a pig in aisle 7. I wanted this mother fucker dead. Natural selection would kill him sooner or later, but I wanted to speed up the process. I followed him out to the parking lot and gave him my address. The look on his face was priceless. He thought he was getting lucky with a Goth girl. Nope. He was getting sliced and diced. He was getting torture sex. I drugged his whisky and while he was passed out, I dragged his body onto a sheet of plastic. I did not want his blood on my floors. Normally, I kill and maim in my cabin in the woods, but these are not normal times. I was impulsive, which I never am, but this asshole needed taught a lesson. I did not kill him. I castrated him. I took his nuts. I used a rusty blade and I waited before I cauterized the wound. He bled like a stuck pig. He was awake for it thankfully. I like to torture when my victim can feel it. I am a sick bitch. I had him tied down, so he would not escape. I neutered the bastard. Just like I will neuter you if you come at me like a dog in heat. Castration phone sex is my favorite hobby.
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