I have dark fantasies. They are all I have because I was born bad. I have nurture and nature in my back pocket. My grandpa was a sick bastard. He used to conduct experiments on prisoners. He killed too. He taught me everything I needed to now about being a killer and staying undetected. When I was a schoolgirl, he took me on hunting trips with him. Hunting to him was a bit different than what you might be thinking. We were not hunting deer or fish. We were hunting girls. He would pick up strays from the street corners and pay them well. They never questioned if he was safe or not. They were all about the money. My grandpa would take them to his cabin in the woods and let them loose. Give them a 30 minute head start then grandpa and I would hunt them down. We always caught them. They were easy targets even with a thirty minute head start. I love a good taboo role play now because of all the sick games I played with my grandpa when I was young. He taught me how to hunt. He taught me how to use a knife to kill. He taught me how to change up my MO so I would never get caught. I miss grandpa. He was the only one I could trust with my dark desires. Maybe I can trust you. I guess if I cannot trust you, I can always kill you too.
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