Male. 31. The hottest celebrities transformed into drooling fuck-toys.
Immensely non-consensual. My captions are misogynistic, anti-feminist, race-related and violent (up to and including snuff fantasies). I believe women are inferior and should be owned by men. This blog will not hold back on evil shit.
This is NOT a vanilla BDSM blog and I am not a fucking Daddy. I am genuinely a bad man. I do not want your vanilla shit.
Under 18s should be playing Fortnite, not googling fetish blogs. I'd say this was all fantasy, but these cunts deserve everything they get.
Any requests or general chit-chat is very welcome. I love chatting about fucking up dumb little famous cunts. And cats.
You’d think it would be tough to make a world famous celebrity disappear, wouldn’t you?
But it’s really quite easy.
We live in a world that forgets everything minutes after it happened. A world with collective amnesia. We’re too bombarded with information and imagery and sensory input to really give a shit about one lost little cunt.
Sure, you were all over the front pages for a week or so. Thousands of dumb little teenagers lit some fucking candles. Your music got played all over the radio. The President made a heartfelt speech.
But nobody is really looking for you. Nobody is coming to save you.
Everybody will have forgotten you even exist in a few months. There’ll be another sweetheart for America to love.
And the name Taylor Swift will be consigned to history.
Which means I get to keep you. I get to keep you and I get to enjoy your pretty little body all to myself.
I’m the only one who knows you are down here. Locked away in the dark. Chained on this dirty concrete floor in a country where nobody speaks your own language. Miles away from anything that could be called civilisation. Miles from your family and your friends and your millions of dollars.
Miles from the life that you were cruelly snatched away from.
I’m the only one who knows that you’re still breathing, Taylor.
And I’m going to keep you down here, cunt.
Forever.
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You’d think it would be tough to make a world famous celebrity disappear, wouldn’t you?
But it’s really quite easy.
We live in a world that forgets everything minutes after it happened. A world with collective amnesia. We’re too bombarded with information and imagery and sensory input to really give a shit about one lost little cunt.
Sure, you were all over the front pages for a week or so. Thousands of dumb little teenagers lit some fucking candles. Your music got played all over the radio. The President made a heartfelt speech.
But nobody is really looking for you. Nobody is coming to save you.
Everybody will have forgotten you even exist in a few months. There’ll be another sweetheart for America to love.
And the name Taylor Swift will be consigned to history.
Which means I get to keep you. I get to keep you and I get to enjoy your pretty little body all to myself.
I’m the only one who knows you are down here. Locked away in the dark. Chained on this dirty concrete floor in a country where nobody speaks your own language. Miles away from anything that could be called civilisation. Miles from your family and your friends and your millions of dollars.
Miles from the life that you were cruelly snatched away from.
I’m the only one who knows that you’re still breathing, Taylor.
And I’m going to keep you down here, cunt.
Forever.