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Post by Rikku on Jan 17, 2005 14:38:20 GMT -5
be 'he be staring at none other than a man of decadence build. 'he smirked at 'im, petty excuse of a man! let 'er blood run clear the next time 'he heard the word pregnant dog shouted in 'er face! Gripping 'er Colt, glaring at the one who had confronted 'er outsides of this threshold! But they be not married! Far from it, Backlash of tremendous velocity, 'he slapped this loser to the earth where 'e belonged! Like a dog let 'im grovel upon the muddied soil begging forgiveness from 'er almightly sin.
'er palour delicate slipped into 'er pocket, producing metal glinted solution from 'er leather jacket, 'he lifted the colt, placing the object upon the end of the barrel. Turning back to the subject flailing in the mud, 'he lowered 'er lover to 'is chest....blinking not with desire, but pleasure, 'he licke dthe blood from 'er mouth, washing 'is taste upon 'er lips. 'er finger hesitated upon the trigger, biting at 'er lip 'he crouched down to 'is level, now licking 'er lips. Closer to 'is ear, 'he whipered "Scream for me!" but when the bastard did not, 'he raised 'erself from the earth, finger squeezed the trigger, offloading four rounds directly into 'is precious organ....'er heda raised in torment as 'he screamed those words louded "SREAM FOR ME YOU BASTARD!!!".
The word echoed but the death maiden was gone, leaving behind 'er a desecated mass of bloodied retribution!
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