When the antis have you cornered but you've got 10 charisma
https://youtu.be/A8VqdhNnwdY
I love it when dumb bitches get raped, it's almost like they deserve it, for leaving the house, or for not choosing a good nonrapist as a husband and not leaving his house. It's like, every time dumb bitches leave the house they get raped, uhhhh, eventually dumb bitch, you've got to stop being dumb and just stop leaving the house, dumb cunt. That's why I don't leave MY house, I got tired of getting raped! You dumb bitch! Stop going to concerts, stop hooking up, stop getting raped!!! Stop leaving your house and stop having friends and you won't get raped anymore you idiot!!!!!!!!! And then maybe, just maybe, you will heal from the trauma because you won't keep on getting raped so fast that you can't keep up with the recovery!!!!!!! /vent/angrywords/untruestatements/generalizations
I love it when dumb bitches get raped, it's almost like they deserve it, for leaving the house, or for not choosing a good nonrapist as a husband and not leaving his house. It's like, every time dumb bitches leave the house they get raped, uhhhh, eventually dumb bitch, you've got to stop being dumb and just stop leaving the house, dumb cunt. That's why I don't leave MY house, I got tired of getting raped! You dumb bitch! Stop going to concerts, stop hooking up, stop getting raped!!! Stop leaving your house and stop having friends and you won't get raped anymore you idiot!!!!!!!!! And then maybe, just maybe, you will heal from the trauma because you won't keep on getting raped so fast that you can't keep up with the recovery!!!!!!! /vent/angrywords/untruestatements/generalizations
Fiction/Fantasy
Ah, I finally did it, I killed my ex, she is dead, the lying, stealing, using whore. Finally dead. Finally fucking dead. I strangled the bitch, just like she wanted me to do to her the first time we fucked, except this time I squeezed hard, and she wasn't expecting it. I didn't let go, I just stared at her, the panic and fear not trigging a fraction of sympathy within me, quite the opposite, in my heart I felt this to be justice. She was dead, finally dead. Her lying, whoring, using ass was finally made pure by the penalty she faced after getting away with it all for so, so long. I breathed in deep, and lit a cigarette, I don't smoke, hadn't in years. It made me cough, and that's when I began laughing, and laughing, I don't know how long, it felt like 30 minutes at least of just laughing. It was like I left my body. When I realized where I was again, and what I had done, I felt no grief, I felt instead, relief. This was justice, I knew, all she had to do was speak with respect, all she had to do was reject me, instead she ghosted me and lied. She shouldn't have done that. I cut off a small snip of her hair, and I eat some of it, the rest I put in a small baggie I brought with me. It would be encased in a resin cube I would thenafter keep on my desk as a paper weight. The small strands would glisten in the sunlight. "Do not lie to me", I say to the cube sometimes, "do not ever lie to me". - Excerpt from personal diary of [Name Redacted], the head of state of [Redacted]
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