When I was a little girl, I was like Wednesday Addams: a creepy little Goth girl with a love for torture sex. I had this one doll I loved so much. I called her butcher Barbie. She was a sick little thing in the best way. Pale, creepy, came with her own knife. I used her to act out my most violent and twisted fantasies. While girls my age played house with Ken and Barbie, my little dolly was butchering the brats of Ken and Barbie all over the neighborhood.
As I grew up, I never out grew my love for dolls. One day I saw this beautiful Goth girl with pale skin and she looked like a human version of my Butcher Barbie all grown up. What demented girl doesn’t want a life size doll. Especially one she can turn into an evil accomplice. I kidnapped Lea. Drugged her, tossed her into my basement. So lovely. So perfect. When I told her she was going to be my play thing, my forever dolly, she freaked. Called me names. She clearly thought I was crazy. She didn’t know just how crazy I was until I sewed her body together like a doll. I ensured she could never leave me.
She screamed in pain as I pierced her skin with a big needle. The crimson blood dripping from the needle excited me. I threaded her flesh together with pink ribbon like dollies always wear. She was immobile. The perfect play thing for me. Just she didn’t want to play with me. Pissed me off. I decided to make her a torture doll instead. I carved my name in her flesh. I cut off her nipples. I sliced off her clit. I sawed her labia off. I fucked her ass with Butcher Barbie’s knife, her cunt too. I cut tiny slashes all over her body. I waited until she bled out. Took days. It was so much fun. Her pale cold body was beautiful.
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