So whatever tomorrow is that fucked up, made up day where people trade gifts of candy and get fatter. There is only one thing I like about a holiday with a lot of red, and that is red is the color of your blood when I slice your veins.
Men who want to please me know what I want as gifts and that is sharp, shiny things. Fuck, where was I going with this? I just got so into a rape scene, I forgot where I was heading. Ah yes, I have heard rumors that there is this man who fits everything I want. He takes girls, turns them into whores with promises of a better life and when they try to leave he threatens their family. He sounds like a fucking blast.
It gets so much better! Once he finds that special chick, she goes straight up the ladder to accomplice. Torture and snuff with a crowd of people who paid a large price watching. Sounds a little like Hostel which is one of my movies to get my hot, little snatch off with.
I was told about several of the spots he frequently visits so I find myself in a quandary when I find him. Do I make it clear I could be the best fucking accomplice he ever had or so I just seduce him, off him and take his place. Some white, a little red and screams always helps me to think. Call me and I might tell you what I decided on. Maybe I will be the one in need of an accomplice.
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