I have very dark fantasies every time I babysit. I will admit to not being a warm and fuzzy kind of girl. I am a Goth chick. I don’t do girly things, so when I am babysitting a little one and she has a pink room full of dolls and shit, my psycho side comes out. Last week, I did a babysitting gig and got the surprise of a life. I sat a little Wednesday Addams. A mini me. Room was a dark eggplant color. No dolls anywhere. She was dressed like an emo punk princess. The first brat I didn’t want to kill. I made her my accomplice instead. She told me about this mean girl at school and the awful rumors she has started about her. I said we should killer her. She thought was kidding, but I assured her nothing gives me pleasure like payback to mean girls. We plotted the sadistic ways we could kill little Ashley. I told her, I had a better idea, one that wouldn’t tie back to us. A popular rich white girl goes missing, the police pay attention. I used my connections to sell her into white slavery. That little bitch would be punished the rest of her life with needles in her arms and dicks in her fuck holes. She would spend the rest of her life as a hooker in some dirty room on a dirty mattress. Her privilege would be forever gone, she would never be found, and the police would assume she was down in Mexico turning tricks. My little charge lit up when I told her what would be in store for the cunt and the fact that we could profit off her disappearance too. Sometimes, a life of misery and pain is a much better solution than murder. I love a good snuff fantasy, how about you?
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