It’s more than just my dark fantasies that fuel me; it’s being able to act them out that really turns me the fuck on. When I get wet over imagining snatching up something young and tender and fucking it with barbed wire wrapped around a broom handle, I go out to the park. Sweet little girls always lure away easily with me, especially the outcasts. I take them on a little car ride with me back to my place where I strap them to the bed in my soundproof basement, wrap some rusty barbed wire around an old, splintery broom handle, and record the sickest of my rape fantasies to date. She screams for me to stop at first, and then she begs for me to take her to a hospital. And then, the bitch begs for me to let her die.
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