Dark fantasies pay my bills and then some. I make a great living off snuff calls. But I must confess something to you. I make money off the dark net too. You could call me a mercenary of sorts. I help men and women kill for a profit. My profit. I make a great accomplice. Something I learned recently is that the more money someone has, the more they want to discover just what all they can really buy with that money.
Have you ever seen the Hostel movies? Shit like that is real. Men and women with a certain amount of wealth can buy whatever they want. Even the right to kill some dumb cunt. I am the middle person. I take the risk, find the victim and clean up any mess. Rich folks with a snuff fantasy know how to find me too. Recently, I helped a very rich old woman. She told me that she was 65. But she did not look that age. Not even close.
I asked her what her secret was. And she told me virgin blood .Although I laughed at first, I realized she was serious. I wondered if she was a witch. No more questions though. Even though my curiosity was piqued, I know when to keep my mouth shut. I just wanted to do the gig and get paid. If she wanted a young virgin girl for her blood ritual, she was going to get one.
Some Cunts Deserve to Die
I found a cute brat at the mall. She looked too young and innocent to be anything but a virgin. I lured her back to my client’s retreat in the woods and collected my money. Damn, I am glad she let me watch. This was some hot shit straight out of a taboo role play. But this was real, not fantasy. My client drained all the blood from that little slut and bathed in it. And she masturbated in her blood too. Wicked hot. And wicked profitable. I guess now I know what I need to do if I start aging.