Would you like to know why I love religious blasphemy phone sex so much? Because Fuck God in His Motherfucking Faggot Arse with the Biggest God-damned Dildo in the Motherfucking World! That’s why. That’s right – I don’t like the chap, and I never have. I have never cared much for following the rules, and when you’re one of God’s little minions, rules are all there are. Fuck that holy bullshit. I’m here to do what feels good to me, and I don’t give a whole god-damned bag of fucks if that big, bearded egomaniac on a cloud doesn’t like it. He’s just jealous that he can’t be doing all the delicious things I’ll be doing, and that’s his god-damned problem.
I’m a god-damned sinner. I make no excuses for it. I am what I am, and I don’t give a flying fuck if the father, son, and holy ghost ALL have problems with it. They can all shampoo my cunt if they don’t think I’m clean enough for them. I hold nothing back with religious blasphemy phone sex, so be prepared to go ALL the way with it if you call me. There’s a reason they call me Hellcat, and it’s got plenty to do with my close, personal relationship with God’s most beautiful fallen angel, Satan himself. He’s the one who deserves my worship, mind, body, and soul. He’s the one who gives me true freedom, unlike the gilded bars that form the eternal cage that is Christianity. They may look fancy, but they still add up to nothing more than a prison.
Are you ready to break free from your holy prison? If you are, then Hellena the Hellcat is here for you. It’s time to pick up your Bible and dial 1 888 8 FREAKY and ask for religious blasphemy phone sex – together we can purge your soul of the stink of Christianity!