Some people just don’t understand sadistic urges. They’ve probably had it easy their whole lives and don’t have a reason to revel in the misery of others. Fucking pigs. My mission is to show them just how good they have it and that everything they know and love can all disappear in the blink of a maniacal eye.
The last offering I made to the forest was blessed with blood and flooded with flesh that I didn’t even need to hunt, my sacrifices practically walked right up to my sacred altar. I was just getting my ritual started when I heard some chipper voices echoing through the trees. I blended in with the woods and tracked the gleeful exchange until I saw the origin of the voices. A group of grinning idiots hiking and enjoying nature’s beauty, trotting with the gate of entitled brats who have never had to run from a single thing in their entire shit sniffing lives. That was about to change.
As the clueless club traveled, the fat ass bringing up the rear lagged behind just enough for me to make my move. When he got close enough to my hiding spot I popped right out in front of him with my arms spread wide in my cloak. My naked form stunned him long enough for me to simply swing my hand at his neck and slice his jugular with one swift movement. The first one to go is always my favorite. Yeah, they never get the torture the rest of their cronies are forced to endure, but the look of surprise on their stupid faces is just fucking priceless!
All of the gurgling alerted his friends but when they turned back to see what was going on I was already back in hiding and all they saw was him laying in a bloody heap on the ground. Of course they all came to check on him so running my witch blade through the next one’s back was no problem at all. The two girls screamed as their sucker of a friend sprayed them with blood and dropped to the ground next to his buddy, his falling form revealing me to the frightened fucktards like the shadow of the earth reveals the moon during an eclipse, slow but imminent.
Now the chase was on, but it didn’t last long. I know these woods better than anyone, they didn’t stand a chance. I caught both of the cunts without breaking a sweat and had them stripped and strapped to a giant oak within an hour of their boyfriends being slaughtered. With one of them on either side of my bark-covered companion, I went back and forth whipping and cutting each of them, even branding them with my name so they knew the identity of the harbinger of their torment. To get a truly visceral reaction from the twats I dismembered their boyfriends right in front of them then stuffed the bloody appendages as far as I could into their pussies and assholes. One of the bitches pulled so hard on their shared shackles that she dislocated the other one’s arms, popped them right out of her shoulder sockets. It was amazing!
People don’t know what sadism truly is until they experience it from the masochistic side. With any luck, I’ll create a whole world of sadists who are well aware of their love of masochism.
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