I couldn’t put up a fight what was the use?? If I would fight it, would only make worse for me. As the months and years went by I was beginning to enjoy their cocks a little too much.
Some months later, I got to wrapped into my kill and fucking his bloody to even realize that the cops were there to take me and lock me away for a while. From there, I stayed in a mental hospital, and I did everything that was asked of me. So, on my twenty-second birthday, I reformed, so they thought, and released.
I waited after my release for a while before I went out on the prowl again. Going after my first kill in a long time. I can’t wait to taste the blood from the cock, and I want to fuck it this time. Stick deep inside of my pussy, blood and all, then shove it in his mouth to choke to death.