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Dark Fantasies for Little Angels

dark fantasiesMy dark fantasies are so dark that they might scare Michael Myers, LOL. When I say I am a sick bitch, I mean it. Very rarely do I meet a partner as sick as me. I met Jeb this weekend at my favorite Goth bar. He was talking about killing and fucking a tender age victim. I am sure he thought he was just sharing a wicked fantasy with a drunk girl. I was not drunk, however. I am never drunk because I never want to be vulnerable ever. I told him we should go get a little slut and kill her after of course he ruined her little slut holes. The look on his face was one of arousal, not shock. Not sure he believed I was serious, but I was. And I knew just where to go to find a little one in the middle of the night. There is a trailer park not far from the bar. It is not a nice one either. Crack whores, junkies and felons live there. But many of them have brats they never watch carefully. Easy to blend in like looking to score drugs and lift a little angel right out of her bed while her crack whore mommy is passed out high. We found a little red headed girl in the first trailer we broke into.  The mother was passed out drunk and high. A needle still in her arm. We came in the middle of the night and went unnoticed. We took the sleeping angel to my cabin in the woods. I let him make his deep dark fantasies cum true. I watched as he fucked her into oblivion. She was screaming for her crack whore mommy who likely did not even know she was missing yet. He nutted in her quickly even drunk. I killed her and fed her to the coyotes. He would likely wake up in the morning and wonder if it was all a dream. I will have the hot memory forever.


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