My dark fantasies consume me. They are all I have. From castration to snuff, my fantasies run dark. I was at the mall last night. I saw this group of teen girls. They looked like self-entitled bitches. They acted like it too. They were talking down to the Starbucks girl. I knew they had to die. At least the ring leader Tiffani. She was a high school brat talking down to this barista because on her overpriced latte cup she spelled her name with a Y and not an I. She was going off about the Y being the common spelling and does she look common. She looked like a self-entitled bitch to me. I followed her to her daddy’s sport’s car, hit her with a bat and stole the car. I wanted it to look like a car jacking gone wrong. She was bleeding all over the white leather. That was fine, because I wasn’t keeping the car. I wasn’t keeping her either. I thought about snuffing her out, but I cleaned her up and sold her to some sadistic traffickers. Men who will make her wish she was never born. Men who will make her self-entitled days go bye bye. Men who will ensure she gets sodomized and abused all day long for the rest of her life. She went for a good price because she was young and pretty. She won’t be pretty much longer. Bye bye Felecia.
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