Ritualistic Human Sacrifice Quotes

“The day after I refused to be Eve’s maid I drove into town to bitch out Dr. Paxter for her participation in Eve’s catatonic state and find out what the hell was wrong with her. The meeting ended with me sodomizing the doctor and when I pulled my dick out of her anus it was covered in shit and blood and I pushed the doctor to her knees and grabbed the back of her head and rammed my cock in mouth and forced her to clean off my dick. She enjoyed doing it and her vigor for eating her own shit disgusted me. I left the office with a prescription for Eve’s anxiety.”
― C.V. Hunt, Ritualistic Human Sacrifice

“Eve’s mother was fat and in the back of my mind I knew Eve would never bother to lose the weight after having the kid. She would see it as her badge of accomplishment for shitting out a kid.”
― C.V. Hunt, Ritualistic Human Sacrifice

“You gave me too much food,” I said. “I’m not going to be one of those guys who gains thirty pounds because their wife got pregnant. Just because you want stretch marks doesn’t mean I want my own set to match. I respect my body and like it the way it is.”
― C.V. Hunt, Ritualistic Human Sacrifice

“I fought the sudden urge to scream ‘I don’t want to fuck you’. And I sure as hell didn’t want to fuck her later that night either. I wanted to tell her she was about to consume a massive amount of garlic and onions and those foods made her bloat up like a Dr. Seuss character and made her vagina smell weird and gross, not to mention she was a manipulative cunt and had ruined my life by getting knocked up on purpose, and fucking her for sexual pleasure was the furthest thing from my mind. I would hate fuck her with my fist at the drop of a hat if she wanted but that was about the extent of my affection at the moment. Instead I said, “It smells like you’re trying to kill a vampire.”
― C.V. Hunt, Ritualistic Human Sacrifice

“You’re supposed to hang a mirror on the wall opposing your front door. It’s meant to drive away evil spirits. Spirits are terrified of their own reflection and it keeps them from entering your home.”
― C.V. Hunt, Ritualistic Human Sacrifice

“The floor squeaked beneath my feet and I knew the previous owner committed one of the worst crimes against any great structure—they’d carpeted over the hardwood floors. I”
― C.V. Hunt, Ritualistic Human Sacrifice

“The light from the trees pulsed in time to the light in the clouds. I wasn’t sure where our property ended in the trees or who owned the land connected to ours. I imagined a neighbor could be having a bonfire. Three in the morning was an odd time to toast s’mores but who was I to judge? It was probably a group of teenagers who’d found a place to gather away from adults so they could do who knows what. As long as they didn’t burn down the woods I didn’t care. The”
― C.V. Hunt, Ritualistic Human Sacrifice