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(Created page with "''In the end, I think that we'd do anything for someone we love.'' ''Anything.'' When you came to me, eyes filled with tears, barely containing your sadness, I knew that something was wrong. Your tears only served to make you more beautiful, in a bittersweet kind of way. I held you and kissed you, and you still cried, something was wrong. I opened my mouth and asked “What happened?” You had said “It doesn't matter.” You seem to fancy dodgy answers like those,...") |
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When you came to me, eyes filled with tears, barely containing your sadness, I knew that something was wrong. Your tears only served to make you more beautiful, in a bittersweet kind of way. I held you and kissed you, and you still cried, something was wrong.
I opened my mouth and asked
You had said
After a while of prying, you finally told me that one of your
I had made sure to equip myself with the proper tools, first, though. Tranquilizer guns, a grapple hook, a flash-bang grenade, some knives, and a glass cutter. I knew that I wouldn't need most of these, but it's better to have something and not need it, than need it and not have it.
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The first thing I did, was open the bitch's boyfriend's chest up, just barely enough for my meat cleaver to fit in the incision; I am no doctor, so I botched the process a few times, but he was trying to be a man and not scream.. Oh well, those crooked cuts won't matter where he's going. I put my cleaver inside the incision and began to slice down,at this point he was screaming at such a high pitch, you'd think that I'd chopped his testicles off. The cleaver stopped halfway down his the first time, so I had to bring it up, then slam it down with a little more muscle. It feels kind of like cutting raw chicken, until I hit the bone, then I have to get the bone-saw out.
He's still screaming, thank god this room is soundproofed, or he'd wake all the neighbors. How rude of him. I took out the diamond tipped bone-saw, and said to him
The next thing to do, was to take his intestines out, and use the meat hook to force open the mouth of the bitch. I stabbed it into the top of her mouth, and pulled it up to force her jaw open, and then I took her boyfriend's intestines, and squeezed them until his rancid fecal matter left the slimy tube and entered her mouth. She, of course, screamed and gagged and choked; one should expect such a reaction.
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I put them into the wood-chipper, which ground them fairly easily, though, I'm sure that I'll have to clean some blood and gore and bone bits out of it later. I took the mulched corpses of the bitch and her boyfriend, and dumped them into a gutter, near a spot where a drug dealer usually hangs out. The mulched up corpses were found by construction workers a week later, and, after DNA testing confirmed that they were human, a full-scale murder investigation took place. The official story was that they were killed like this because of a drug deal gone bad; they did have narcotics in their apartment, after all.
When I saw that news report, I was holding you, I gave you a kiss and you asked
I said
"Anything?
''
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