There was this huge house when I was little with all sorts of twisted rumors about what really happened there. It as a small mansion on the water where a very rich perverted old man lived. His preference was boys the younger the better. He did however take whatever came his way. Man, if I was older back then I could have made bank helping him get his victims. The story goes that he got mostly street kids who would do anything for a place to live. Sex, torture, snuff sounds like a perfect night out for me.
Eventually he took in the wrong boys and they killed him. The house remained vacant and it became our place for parties. I would sneak out and catch a ride with the older boys. They were always happy to take me as I was the best fuck toy at that age. I was willing to do anything. Of course as I got older I had all the control but that was then. We would drink, do drugs blast dark metal and fuck. We seemed to be guided by the house with us doing things more and more depraved as the nights went on.
It was for sale but no one would buy it with its twisted violent history. There was always plenty of sex, drugs and underage girls to play with. A lot of girls went missing but I was always safe with my group of older guys. It finally was torn down and condos were built over the grounds. We would drive by and For Sale signs were constantly up. The depravity of the old owner and partiers took over the grounds and people who lived there. I miss that place, but we were never at a loss to find a new place for drug, sex, torture and snuff orgies.
If you get as bored with the fucking Christmas shit as I do, give me a call. I am the Goddess of Evil and there is nothing off limits to my sick mind. My I Hate Fucking Christmas special is $50.00 for a 30 minute call. Give me a try, all you have to lose is your inhibitions and sanity.
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