Hello Kitty Murder Doll Novels & Stories

He had enough with the treatment methods and moved on to the next tape. It’s September 30th, and I’m at the police station with Kyle Draken. Kyle has just been arrested for a string of serial murders going on around town. Not that it was Kyle who confessed to me but an alternate that lives inside of him. An alternate that goes by the moniker doll.

“BLAGAG! I fell from my bed and woke up while the question that I heard in my head slowly disappeared when I woke up. I am inside my room because I fell on the floor near my window. My back hurts and my hips too. I gently massage it to ease the pain from falling. I can still feel the coldness of my room because the aircon is still on. I suddenly remembered what happened last night. I don’t know if it is just my dream or it is real. I looked at my hands to see if I had blood stains but the good thing is that I don’t have any. I looked at my clothes and it is still the same; No bloodstains on it. I know it is just a dream though it looks real because I know to myself that I cannot murder someo

she stammered, conscious of her nips jutting out obscenely through her tank top. “Here let me check. You seem flushed,” Rick said as he stepped forward to feel her forehead. Kitty lifted her knees defensively and moved her body sideways at his sudden movement. As she did, an object fell out with a small thud and rolled on the floor. To her horror, the dildo had escaped her thighs and was buzzing noisily on the floor as Rick stared at it in surprise. Kitty’s cheeks turned a deep red and her face dropped to the floor. “You dropped something,” Rick said, bending to the floor at the same time. "That's not mine!" she said a little too defensively.

“Ladies and gentlemen, for our last item in the cart. This lovely young lady, a twenty years old doll. She was silent but a bit feisty. She can be whatever you want her to be. A trophy for this lovely evening to satisfy the needs of your carnal desires.” Kirstina moved forward with a leather lashing stick on her hand, cigarettes heels clicking the on the floor, and stopped in front of me. She pointed it in my direction with its tip and motioned me to stand. Afraid that she would hit me with it, I slowly stood up, my knees buckling at the process but eventually stood up at my full height. I kept my face up, willed myself not to cower, and straightened my back even though my nerves were wrecki

Kitty didn't stop but instead started to insert her fingers slowly into her niece's pussy. "Oh fuck me Aunt Kitty, I want it," "Would you give the money back you want it so bad." "Oh fuck yeah. I just want you!" Michelle moaned and Kitty slammed her fingers into her niece. Michelle's stretched all of her limbs out and screamed loudly. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around Kitty as her aunt continued to suck and finger her. Suddenly the girl came, a rush of liquid squirted out of the girl's pussy and all over her face. Kitty came again just from the impact and surprise.

“You were the lady that tried to kill me at the hospital.” Eva chuckled and clapped her hands. “Bravo! Bravo, Kate. I didn’t know the maid was clever. I’ll give it to you.” She stepped further by a step. “Your nine lives are over, Kitty. This time, I’ll make sure you’re dead before I leave.” Kate watched as she took out a pen knife from her sleeve. “I bought this specially for you. I’ll bury it in Denzel’s compound the first day we make love…after your burial, honey.”

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

“Yes—yes, sir. Boss. Hello.” I raised a brow, amused. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” “No, boss. But my boss said you needed a favour recently. Said you needed someone to take care of a little doll. And I believe I took care of it really well.” “Hm.” I walked in slowly, adjusting the cuff of my sleeve. “Really well, isn’t it?” He nodded, but slowly. Like he was beginning to understand the irony. I didn’t say anything for a beat.