I have extremely dark fantasies. I am that sick bitch who does the things you only dream about doing. My best friend is my big old hunting knife, only I don’t hunt animals. I hunt people. It is more of a fair fight to engage in warfare with a human being than a defenseless animal. There is no sport in killing animals. I was hunting this one dude over the weekend. He is a sexual predator freshly out of prison. I stalked him a few days and discovered he was up to his old habits quickly. I decided to kill him. Obviously, he can’t be rehabilitated. I get so aroused hunting a man when he has no clue he is being hunted until it is too late. I broke into his house while he was sleeping. I knew I was going to make my snuff fantasy a reality. I had no doubt that he deserved to die before some innocent woman fell prey to him. I injected him with a neuron toxin so he couldn’t fight me. He could feel pain. He could hear everything. He just couldn’t move. I listed his litany of offenses and told him I was going to cut off his dick. I could see the fear in his eyes, although he had no facial expressions. I cut it off. One big whack and his dick was severed. He would never again force himself on a woman. Who was I kidding? He was going to bleed out. With all the women he attacked, no one would be surprised that he ended up dead with his own cock in his mouth. I felt like a hero. I let a cigarette and watched him bleed out. I watched him die and took joy in the fact that he couldn’t even save himself. I taunted him until he took his last breath. Killing assholes is so much fun.

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