Dark fantasies? Fuck that shit. I have dark realities. I am not the kind of girl who has impulse control. If I want to do something, I do it. The more sadistic it is, the more I want to do it. This loser I know through a mutual friend gave me castration fantasies. Seriously, the douche bag had no right reproducing ever. Stupidity is amok in this world as it is; don’t need stupid people breeding stupid brats. So this asshat ex husband of a person I barely tolerate grabbed my pussy the other night. He said Donald Trump said it was okay. For one, do I look like the type who wants to be groped? Two, do I look like a Donald Trump supporter? Fuck. Do I look like I give a fuck about politics? I decided he was too stupid to breathe and needed his balls chopped off. Not a clean castration either. I wanted him to get gangrene of the dick. I called him up, said I had a change of heart. I invited him to my house to fuck. Any loser dumb enough to think I want a booty call from him doesn’t deserve his balls, let alone his dick. I spiked his cocktail with a roofie so when he woke up, he was naked and tied to a chair. His balls tied up too and his cock elongated away from his body. His worthless pecker was strapped down too. Dumb ass thought this was some BDSM game. When I whacked his balls off with a dirty blade, he screamed in agonizing pain. Music to my ears. “Grab my pussy loser, I grab your balls and cut them off,” I screamed at him. He went pale as he bled all over the floor. I could have stopped the bleeding, but where is the fun in that? Dumb loser needed to suffer in pain so he would learn a lesson the hard way. Think you can handle a taboo role play with me? I am one sick bitch.
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