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The thought of killing them makes me so ready to fuck. I feed off all that fear and sweat.
How hard does it make you to hear them cry and beg for release? It’s music to my ears. Oh, those little pleads to scream It at the top of your lungs. Now we aren’t always for little brats. Sometimes men want their wives out of the picture. Those fucking vanilla fucking wives are so boring it’s hotter to think about killing them and getting them out of the way.
Let’s face it sometimes; they are damn right annoying. She needs to be put completely out of her misery. Now it could be monetary reasons or custody. It doesn’t matter to me. All I want to do is lick her dead sweaty body. The result will be that she is dead, and you are in the perfect position to take advantage of her death. Humiliation, rape fantasy, you name it, this serial killer is back. I can’t wait to get down and dirty violating my probation.
