Dark fantasies are what I have; only what I have. I don’t dream of rainbows and unicorns. I dream of murder and mayhem. Bloody, gory, extremely violent thoughts consume me. When I meet new people, I am usually thinking about how to torture and snuff them. I am a loner. I have some goth friends, but I don’t form bonds like most women. I am anti social with detachment disorder. Fuck my shrink. I killed him years ago. I am who I am. Men be warned. I am a praying mantis. If we fuck, I may kill you afterwards. I have not guilt or remorse. I always feel a sense of accomplishment and pride after a kill. I have rid the world of one less cunt or one less tool, or one less brat that will grow up to be on welfare. I don’t have maternal instincts. I want to kill just about every brat I meet. That bodes well for perverts into little girls. They can fuck them and leave the killing to me. Not everyone can stomach murder, but I was born to kill. I lack remorse, empathy and I have no regard for life. I am the perfect accomplice for your rape phone sex fantasies. You force fuck the little cock tease and I will dispose of her tiny body.
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