I have some twisted dark fantasies that are sure to turn the stomach of a weaker man. You see, what I really crave is someone to go out with me to fetch little young ones. I like to play nasty games with those innocent, angelic bodies. The younger, the better. The sweeter, the wetter I get when I make that first carve into their skin after you’ve been using them like a literal fuck doll for so many hours already. I love to slice and dice them up, but I never make those who’ve managed to make Master cum suffer.
Those little darlings get a swift ending. I’ll slash my knife across their throat, and use their blood to masturbate my submissive cunt until I’m squirting on their still bleeding corpse. This, of course, turns you on more than you could possibly stand. You take me, then and there, violently without consent. I’m squirming, but not fighting. All this blood shed makes me hornier than a bitch in May, and I can hardly stand when you pull out of my sick little slit. I need more, always more.
I’m insatiable, a true fucking whore. I’ll do anything to kill, and anything to make you cum for me. I don’t have limits, because creativity and art should never be restricted. If we want to recreate the Pyramid of Giza in stinking, rotting cadavers we’ve slaughtered, why shouldn’t we? If we want to rough up some slutkins, desecrate nuns and rabbis, or let you abuse some gummy Grandmas, why not? I’m up for anything baby. These dark fantasies already got me so wet.
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