tmi doesn't exist to me. I love information

Every friend group has that one cutie that everyone else wants to snuff. That everyone else gets all breathy and excited thinking about, imagining squeezing the life out of them, or chopping off their head, or stabbing them in the chest. That one cutie that everyone else wants to slit the throat of, or shoot through the eye, or suffocate while getting head from them. Everyone wants to hear the crunch as their neck snaps, or the screams as the blade sinks in, or the gurgles as they drown. Everyone wants a taste of their blood, and to feel them clench and twist and jerk in their death throes. That one cutie that everyone else wants to snuff. And if you're thinking "What? I don't think about any of my friends that way! I would never wanna snuff one of my friends!"... sweetie... you're that cutie.