What would you do if you found out your brat was a raving psychopath? Ever since Mommy caught me stabbing our four-legged friends to death, she’s turned a blind eye! Well, it could be it was before that…

I accidentally (lol) shot my father to death at a younger age! Of course, Mom did everything to make sure I didn’t turn into a full-blown psychopath but.. shit happens!
Her efforts went in vain! Over the years I have become increasingly dangerous! Young sluts come up missing, brats miss vital organs, and my room smells like a death chamber!

Mommy just can’t handle putting me in a psych ward! She’s thinking of doing something the other day she found a picture of one of the neighbor’s sluts on my phone. It was of a fucking whore who disappeared two years ago! I had to do something to celebrate my 18th birthday! ( Giggles)

The wicked witch of the West can’t hold a candle to the evil that I possess in one finger. Hosting a cauldron of death and gothic play are two of my wicked specialties.
The more blood that runs from your veins, the sicker I become!

So for the most evil, despicable, God-forsaken things you can imagine step into my death chamber! That is if you are willing to die!