Nothing like a Snuff Phone Sex Tale from the past! I am back from one of those fucking counseling sessions thinking about the notes the doctor wrote. He thought I had some kind of multiple personality disorder and wasn’t ready to admit that I had done anything wrong. But the joke was on him I really do remember every murder I have ever committed.

The horror of the kill had nothing to do with my behavior or conveniently forgetting.I can still smell the fresh blood from the first one. She tried to crawl up the stairs to get away. All of the time gasping for air while the slash in her neck nearly decapitated her head from her body. I wasn’t angry about it at all. The only thing I was mad about is that I could only kill the motherfucking bitch once!

My head was shaking from left to right when the cops arrived. They had to tear the knife from my hands, but it was all an act. They thought I killed someone who was trying to rape me. But in actuality, it was the other way around…

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You see I went on this chat room where there is nothing but people with dark fantasies. You have to have at least to murders under your belt before you can get in. (It’s amazing what I can get my hands on in this forensic facility for the right price.) And you have to have pictures. My two photos were from a private collection. They both were taken at the scene of the crime with me in them smiling! It was an instant success, so I got inducted right in. I listen to chats all day long from people who think they can handle snuff. But, you have to be of a certain level of evil to run with me. Don’t worry I will get you there and beyond!