“Jesus shit! You’re as fucking dumb as all the guys say you are. You’re probably a raving fag as well, huh? Wouldn’t even know what to do with a hot-blooded girl, would you?”
I knew my temper was boiling over now. How dare she speak to me that way, and how dare she use those vile words? I had to shut her up, now! I took the bread knife out of my coat and placed it beside her on the bed. At that her eyes seemed to bulge out of her head.
“Honey,” I said, “This must all be a big misunderstanding. You were ready to marry me last night, why the change of heart now?”
“You fool,” she laughed, despite her fear, “We all took a bet who would dance with you, and I LOST, you got that, I fucking lost, asshole. I only danced with you as a joke. Grow the fuck up, sicko.”
At that I saw blinding light, and couldn’t help myself. I swear I couldn’t. I ripped and tore, and finally got her totally undressed. She was lying naked, and she didn’t even try to cover her nakedness, like the slut I knew she was. Nor did she even bother to scream out.
She had a great thick mass of hair between her legs, and I had never seen that before (yes, ok, I had never seen a naked lady at all, ok). And although her breasts were still small, she had dark and large nipples. I roughly pushed my hand between her legs and she smiled at me.
“Yes, I knew you’d go to my pussy eventually. They were all right, lol. You’re nothing but a sicko. I bet you’ll try and fuck me now, huh? Good luck, I’ll fight to my death before your toxic dick ever enters me.” And then she spat in my face.
That was it. It was too much. Why, I would never have dreamed of ever trying to invade her sexually. How dare she even doubt me? My temper finally broke, and I try as much as I can, I really can’t remember what exactly happened next.
When the police found me I was unconscious. Oh, and I was naked, and I had her blood on my . . . on my . . . thing!
The police found me lying beside her. Blood covered the bed, and she was lying with her back to the door. I only know that cus I have seen the photos. They said I raped her, and they said I did much more, bad more. I really can’t argue with them, cus I don’t remember, honest. Somehow she managed to knock me out, or maybe someone else did? She didn’t die though, damn.
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But then she returned. She said nothing, and didn’t even look at me. She walked in to the room, and went straight to the bottom of the bed. What now, I thought?
Then, and I will never forget this, NEVER! Then she took the knife, looked once at me, then she . . .
The cunt sliced my cock off. I cannot describe the pain. I cannot describe the copious blood, that spewed up from my groin. I didn’t faint. I didn’t even scream, that I can recall. I just looked on in total disbelief! I could not then, and a part of me still cannot now, believe that she actually took the knife and cut my FUCKING COCK OFF.
Then the slut, whore, cunt walked up to me, and threw my cock at my face, laughing like a maniac.
She then turned and walked out.
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I do know the police told me her nipples were missing though, lol!
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Yes, my cock got sewn back on, as if you cunts care, lol. Thank fucking god, I gotta admit, but it seems to work different, with a kink in it, and a huge fucking scar, and I am angry pissed at her for that, yes sir. What am I, what the fuck am I, huh? Let me tell you, now as infamous as that fucker John fucking Wayne Bobbit? Fuck her!
I also have another reason, too. Remember, I know her fucking name and address (I remembered them from her license), and I wanted to tell his clearly as it happened, so I can fully remember that cunt, and all the shit she caused me. Why else do you think you cunts are getting this whole fucking story, huh? At least while I clearly remember all this shit, I can plan, plan to soon . . . very fucking soon, arrange for a surprise visit to that cunt, oh yes. Fuck you. Hahahaha.
And I ain’t fucking worried if you pricks let her know. Fuck you! Go on, tell her, I fucking dare you, I fucking do. Let her shit her pants for the next twenty fucking years, you cunts, let her, lol. serves her fucking right.
Hey fellas, let me tell you a little secret, huh? Who fucking cares if you watch over me 24/7. I dare you, lol. I know I can’t get out of jail to do it, but I have money, lot’s of money, which is more than I can say for you, lol, and she doesn’t know my rage. She doesn’t even begin to know my fucking rage.
Revenge is always better served cold, frigidly cold, hahahahahahahahahaha.
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Ah . . . Janine, why did you fucking lie to me, all those years ago? You asked for it, yes you did!
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Money is everything, money buys anything!
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Mrs. Laura Carter of 1125 Greenbelt Drive in the town of Richmond was gonna be getting a visitor real soon . . .