What kind of dark fantasies do you have? The kind in my head gives most people nightmares. Some of the stuff I think about and some of the stuff I do most women could never even imagine. But then I’m a sick bitch. As twisted as they come. And I don’t plan on changing anytime soon.
Recently, I’m met a predator who needed to be removed from this earth. How somebody never murdered him before seems beyond comprehension to me. But I guess there are a lot of people in this world who don’t think or act like me.
When I meet a sexual predator who preys on young girls, usually I find CBT phone sex fitting torture. But sometimes cock and ball torture simply serves as foreplay to death. Charlie tried to force himself on a friend of mine ‘s baby sister. He’s even on that brat registry. I intervened. And another predator bites the dust.
I drugged him and he woke up tied to my castration chair in my basement. It’s an old death row chair that I repurposed with a plank in the middle to separate the cock and the balls. And I waited until he came fully awake again so he could feel the pain I inflicted on him.
A Sick Bitch Has Sick Fantasies Too
I skinned his cock and balls alive. Using a thin razor blade, I literally scraped the flesh off his worthless, predatory cock and balls. Now he did not survive the night. But I never intended for him to live. I just wanted him to feel the most awful pain possible beforehand. So, once I skinned his cock and balls, I poured a bottle of vodka on his junk. Burn baby burn. I thought he might suffer a heart attack from the pain. I did not want that. He needed to go out in a more grandiose way.
So, I took him outside, strapped him to a chair and I cut his artery. Not too deep. A slow bleed. And I did that so the animals would smell the blood and eat him alive. I sat back and watched coyotes, foxes, and other critters eat him as he still breathed. Told you I was a sick bitch. Even a taboo role play with me might be too much for you to handle. Consider yourself warned.
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