Naughty little murderess
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Nov 8, 2014
The cold stone steps bellow her crimson red high heel shoes was the path way to her victim, she was there to give pleasure but to also bring pain but the pain was the most she loved. The shocked and scared faces of her victims were enough to tip her over the edge of her passion and her passion to kill .
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