The holidays bring out my dark desires. Think you may be up for a taboo role play? I am a sick bitch. I have a Christmas tree decorated with testicles I severed from the bodies of losers. It is not secret that I love to castrate men. Too many guys think balls are a privilege. Fuck that. Testicles are the reason men think they are superior. Testicles are the reason many men get aggressive with women. I do not let ANY man force himself on me. And to prove it, I have a tree of dehydrated balls. I added another ornament to my special tree last night. This asshole tried to drug my drink at a bar after I told him to get lost a hundred times. I was not playing the no means yes game. That game only exists in men’s minds. No means no. It does not mean maybe, and it does not mean yes. I played along. I made him think I was drunk. No man ever has the upper hand with me. No man ever will either. As he got naked and on top of me, I pulled a knife out of my pocket and surprised him. You should have seen his face when he realized I was not passed out. Almost as good as the expression when I took his balls off with my sharp knife. If you cannot use your balls for good, you should not have them. Period. I let him bleed out for a few minutes before I cauterized the wound. I used his dehydrator on his severed balls. I made myself at home while he was bleeding on his bed. He watched me in horror as I turned his worthless nut sack into a perfect Christmas ornament. He was lucky I let him live. I guess I was feeling charitable for the holidays.
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