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Rock a bye Bitch on the Tree top. When the motherfucking bough breaks the wee one will die!

I am Sandy a deviant sociopath that should have been locked up by now. Just by the grace of a few head games that I played with Daddy I now get the privilege of taking care of Rugrats all day long. Anything beats the big house but these snot nose fuckers really know how to get to me.

It’s Ok though I keep them under my wing and turn them into little killers like me. The parents don’t give a fuck about the brats or they would have bothered to watch the news with my face plastered at the top of the most wanted list! I feel special being one of America’s youngest serial killers! Daddy just tries to keep me locked up from all that. Every now and again I get found out and I have to take those nosey shitters out. I don’t mind I add their bones to my collection in the barn out back!

I just take on the motherless brat and turn them on to what I do real quick! These shit heads catch on pretty quick too. A lash, a collar, a furry mask, and sometimes snuffing out their playmates in front of them keeps them in line!  I just tell them how it’s going to be in our bloody family! I am in charge! Do what I say! Kill these bastards coming down the road and you get to play!

It’s amazing what these little ones will do just to have blood for supper! It’s a  feeling, a thought, a premonition of a lost soul that brought these bloody little killers to me! Whatever it is Sandy gets her rocks off fucking, killing, and disposing of fuckers!

It may not be necessarily in that order. But, at the end of the night, someone will be screaming!