Dark fantasies are a coping mechanism for many people. I do not need to cope, however, because I get by life fine. I have no guilt or remorse. If I have a dark desire, I never deny myself. Fucking virus or not. I hate little brats. I find them disease spreaders, soul suckers and time consuming. I have no use for them. For the most part, if they stay out of my way, they can continue to breathe. If they mess with my world, they die. This little blonde bitch about knee high busted me stalking her daddy. I had no clue he had a brat. I did not care. I went to high school with him and he was a tool. I discovered he moved back home recently and decided it was time for a deadly reunion. I was across the street well-hidden and she caught me. I never get caught. That was when I changed the plan. Kill her in front of daddy then kill him. The world is rid of a tool and a brat. That night I broke into the house. I drugged them both as they slept. They woke up naked and tied to chairs that faced each other. He did not remember me. He could not even place me after I told him our history. I wanted to kill him on the spot, but I restrained myself. I tortured his baby girl for a 30 agonizing minutes while he watched helpless. I stabbed her in her virgin cunt and gutted her like a pig. The object of my revenge watched in horror. As his angel struggled to breathe through the blood, I stabbed daddy in the stomach. It is a painful and slow death. I know. It was a hardcore snuff fantasy but they both deserved to die. The question now, is do you?
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