I’m the kinky phone chat kind of girl. Vanilla phone sex is so not my thing. I’m the wrong chick for you if you like GFE’s and girls next door. Unless your dream GFE carries a big ass knife she likes to use for things ranging from castration to butchering annoying brats. I have all sorts of moods. The only thing my moods have in common, is that I use my knife for therapy. Today I was in an annoyed mood. Who I am kidding; that’s my everyday normal mood. So when this loser at the gas station was drooling all over me, I decided to have some fun. Sick fun. I invited him for lunch. Tied him to the dining table chair naked and served him a special meal. I’m quiet the hunter. Some people hunt deer. I hunt stupid cunts. I severed this tiny dick loser the liver of a stupid 19 year sorority bitch who called me a freak last week. He ate it up; fawned all over my cooking skills. Tied up naked and he thought I was just into bondage and S and M. He was so clueless, I had to take his balls. I mean it was my duty to castrate him to ensure he would never breed. I used my knife to slice off his worthless nut sack, then I fried them up and served him his own balls as desert. He ate them with some cinnamon and vanilla ice cream. I decided to kill him. Any man who will eat his own balls and praise my cooking is a moron who doesn’t deserve to live. He clearly had a death wish the moment he hit on me. Do you have a death wish? I’ve been helping losers meet their end for a decade now. I’d love to help you too.
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