Silent Hill: King James
I walk back into your room with a dustpan and broom, prop it up against the wall, shut the door, lock it, glance at the clock on the other wall, ignore my pager and in the incoming spam call I don’t have time to reject by hitting the red button to dismiss its gluttony with you.
You look at me to see what I’m about to do.
Do you know who I am, JT? Do you know I have the power to castrate you in moments with no novelty of Novocain? I can see the pain on your face but that doesn’t stop me from hopping on a plane and ordaining myself to be your conservator.
I lean in to you, inches from your face. That means you can’t even piss without my fucking permission.
What did I ever do to you?
You raped me. And now you’re duct taped to your urine soaked bed. The amputator is hanging on by a thread. I want you gone. I don’t just want you dead. I want it to hurt first. I want you to thirst. I want you to dread every breathe you take for your first mistake. I want it to be a feeling you can’t shake.
I smile sweetly. Now that I have your golden attention, I will rape you as arrogantly as you raped me. You tried to humiliate me in doing so but I have army behind me now just waiting to mortify you publicly.
I’m going to put on display for my amusement. Anyone can come up to you and touch you or do anything they want to you. You will be bound to a chair I found in the woods with all your goodies.
Your eyes widen. You would sleep with me if I had a chance to seduce you.
No such thing would ever happen. Dont you understand that? You will never penetrate me but I don’t mind playing with your pinkie penis when I come in here.
You are in love with me, Sarah.
I obtain the necessary ammunition to greet your baby penis with something you don’t want to meet but I will organize it progressively as I shape and mold your specimen into something cute to hold.
I know I’m bold and you’re fat and old.
I completely understand why your first date hates you. You’ve given me a few reasons to. I don’t need to lie to you. I’m steps ahead of you regardless of how aware you are, dear.
Why are you in here?
Because I enjoy tormenting you.
Why can’t you just leave me alone?
I said the same thing when you wouldn’t shut the fuck up so many times it became a crime. Now you’re doing time.
I don’t want to die here
Too bad. You should have thought about that before you tried to kidnap me. Before you tried me force my legs around your waist and my thighs around your lap. Your abduction plan went awry and you wonder why I’m in here. Lessons, sweetie. And calibrated sessions that are just stimulating enough to get your baby penis growing and showing a little, but not infallibly inflated enough to do much with.
Touch yourself for me, JT. Promiscuously. Urgently. Gently. With promise and purpose. Make a show out of it. I wanna watch you blow. I want to watch you get camera shy. I want you to put on your best poker face and run the naked race while you embrace the new techniques you seek to prominently present to the same public that watches your growth with me.
You gulp.
I chuckle as I remove your belt buckle and reach into your underwear to convince you to sign away your free will. I climb onto you and start feeling your baby penis erupt with playful joy because it’s a bouncing baby boy that didn’t know he was going to lose some height over this.
You are a corrupt woman.
I continue feeling you, lightly massaging and gently teasing you until it’s pleasing to you.
You try to touch me but I slap you so hard you pucker you to cry.
I’m not here to fuck you. I here to pluck your pinkie penis from your operating system and reorganize it with your gut. I’m not your slut. Im not here to suck your penis either.
You’re breathing quickly enough that I know you’re getting to exert an orgasm. You think you’re so fucking tough. I have you cuffed to your bed. I can gag you whenever I want. I can experiment if I want. I can have sex with you if I want but I refuse to fornicate with you. Intercourse is a new resource for modern and good looking men.
I have you wrapped around my pretty finger and I watch your arrogance trigger your smug response as the sensations begin to linger. You press your hips into the bed as you push against the thin air, hoping to cause as much sensory pleasure as possible from little to nothing. You’re trying to hide that you want to master climaxing with no hands but I know better. You were writing a love letter to me about how you were going to fornicate with me forcefully until you were unsure of what to do next so I gave you a little context. Don’t get the concept twisted. This is going to be double fisted. Just pretend I’m your dr.
I wish you were.
No you don’t. You’d already be left for dead.
The fact that you’re enjoying something meant to humiliate you tells me you’re more psychotically ill than I thought. It’s been brought to my attention that your manhood isn’t any good and needs some special attention. It’s simply suffering withdrawals from being touched more than the toilet. You should examine this but you can’t see your own penis right now.
This is hysterical.
You are wicked.
I’m only defining justice
Will you stop copying me?
Never. That’s the fun part for me. You’re under my jurisdiction. I’m going to watch you fall apart like you missed retirement because you did when you touched my kid.
I will never believe that you aren’t aroused by minors so cut the bullshit with me and understand that I already know your secrets to a dark degree and I will treat your according to your actions.
I will taunt you until I haunt your dying breaths that are putrid to inhale. Now it’s your turn to step on the scale. No cheating.
Your pinkie penis bobs up and down as you get up to step on it. I intend to rob you of more inches in your sleep because you never learn. You think you’re superior to the average welfare case that touches base with your extensions of stimulated perspective. We have a penis pump but it won’t do anything for a bump that small. I reach out to monitor its untimely growth from the tip to the balls but there’s nothing to measure a nub with. You’ll simply have to rub yourself off, sweetheart. Now you better start scrubbing the sperm off your skin before it tickles, then trickles down to your baby penis while it wiggles around. You need a baby wipe, love?
Are you serious?
You have no idea what I’m capable of.
I have plans for you. Not the plans you want but the plans you chose when you came to impose your peculiar perspective on my radical thinking without blinking. I am internally stimulated myself when I find your inch shrinking. Now just to test the nerves in the area of erotic function, I’m going pinch you. It’s the only thing you ever take like a man. I need a rectal scan as well. So what was it like having premature sex with a secret? I promise I won’t tell.
You’re going to hell
I’ve already been there. It was fun until it wasn’t. I lived like a nun for a few years and earned my right to investigate and experiment on social serial stalkers in the area.
I started working nights, fell in love with my husband before we ever made love, and then you came back into my life to try to seduce me and reduce me into my husbands ex so you can get dog sex for free. Go fuck a frog. You look at me like a lump on a log. I can see through the fog better than you can. Be a man. You couldn’t fuck me with anything you’ve got. I would spit out your frisky fingers and take a risky chance on capital murder to get rid of you. You’re a number on a pile of unwanted paperwork.
I can feel sexual tension building again so I step in and mask the questions you want to ask with my next task. I’m putting you in detention for a hot minute while you remember all the humility you’ve got. I hope you rot with your dying foreskin to plot within your cage while you replace your rage with your real age. We are now at the stage that I can do just about anything to you and get away with it. I will say it. I will pray with it. I will stay with it and then I will dispel it back to you so you can never have another answered erection from that section of the endless papers that lost their staplers when you were erected into your room at the sign is desk because you decided to pull your baby penis out and showing it off. Honey, no one wants to see that shit show. I never thought I would stoop so low but the loops I’m moving through to move hoops are tremendously based on your period of growth from the time I surgically removed your pleasure centers where you tried to enter me and gradually reduced the blood flow to watch you reduce in utter silenced size while the dice I rolled diverts attention to my problems in crisis. You can help me with this.
You look interested.
Don’t get too caught up. I don’t want to interrupt the reason this is so corrupt because men like you don’t have a clue that you’re disgusting while you’re thrusting your shrinking penis into a swollen pillow just to oblige the thrill of your senses. What it’s like to be a man with no sexual skills is like taking diet pills. It really kills your throbbing erection I joke as I wiggle your thinking penis back and forth. We will be taking you up north back to where you were born to bribe your parents but you won’t be seeing them. You’ll be induced into a medically resilient coma with your features and your unhealthy diploma and you will be in their care. I do not wish to see you again.
Your breath hitches as your eyes plead with me for the lust of the flesh. I sin but I don’t sin like that with that to get my bobby pin back. I’d rather cut open your ball sack and let you bleed out into your first backpack. That should scar the tar right off your tires as the lump sum of your money retires with assets it stole from you. You played the role of the devil and now I’m delivering more levels to screw with the few brain cells you have left because you thought theft would be a great idea because your unsweetened penis was throbbing. You can see it through your pants. You were running from running a random drug store and I implore you not to lie to me.
I would never you try to assure me positively as I look at you like you’re lukewarm puke smells good. You need therapy and I need to leave.
Before you sleep with me?
If that’s what helps you sleep at night, then sure, why not? But just remember when you think about how tight I am, remember that I ordered your penis reduction and I will end the deduction of seduction to the valued perspective that you will never outlive the crisis that has naturally adapted to your unusually poor penis. It has no crown to go down on. It must suck to be you right now. I howl as you try to withhold your bowel while you asphyxiate like Christian Troy did in Niptuck but you might need some toys while you run around naked with the other little boys and play with each other’s ding dongs all night long.
Your early onset investment into incest developed my curiosity to console you while the goal is to arrest you and turn you into general population for the dedicated relation to your hardware.
You don’t I didn’t do it.
I don’t care. You did other things to implicate the fury of your reactions to not being sufficient to fuck me when you tried your luck in other ways. And you talk about integrity. Where the fuck does that stay? What the hell does it have to say? JT, you better get right with God and pray real fast because you won’t last under my initial direction.
You have a venereal infection that has spread into a disease without comfort and formality. I’m sorry to give in to your extensive dread but it’s not my fault or problem. You will literally never get laid again no matter how much you get paid. You can marry a lesser cross dresser or an underground handmaid. She is required to fuck you until her luck changes.
You’re like the fat guy you with the long dark side shag hiding in the park and then suddenly appearing in my bed to lie to me about how you aren’t smearing my reputation and clearing space for me to crush your nimble balls to your fucking unethical face. You’re the meme, never the memelord. It’s all you can afford on govt aid, JT. You should be afraid
I am
Good
You are such a scam
Because I didn’t give in to yours about publishing me? You just wanted to be selective with who you lied to so theres trace of any theory left.
You are nothing
I am everything you wish you were. You wish you were having my children. Your penis perks up immediately. You try to hide it by hand gestures that jerk yourself to the side to roll over but you are not subtle.
Now, darling, relax your penis so you can require taxes on the faxes you receive for funding requests to add inches to a pediatric pedophiles promising pinkie penis.
I can get really gross sarah.
You already are JT.
I can get worse.
I reach for my purse.
Search for the right verse.
I have a class to teach but I’ll be back to converse about your punishment. Im leaving you tied to the bed so you can relinquish control of your erection to the continued contouring perspective that you are a profitable professional at anything. What a joke! I hope that makes you cum so hard your diligent dick falls off before you have a chance to pick at it. Try to lick it if you can reach, my love I call out as impact your decision to elope with the disrespectful hope of dating me or linking up with me. This isn’t linked in. You don’t belong on the Internet dude. You’re an annoying scum bag. Don’t get me started. I was there the last time you farted which left a dirty stench on the interior bench where your muscles clench to invite the odor to dissipate.
Why are you so full of hate?
I glamorously laugh at the embarrassment on your face. But you’ll jerk off to that too eventually. I know you. Once again, your penis perks up, asking to be pet but repelling any chance of stimulation because I’m not wet for you and I never will be. I need a pen.
I can’t believe you turned me on so swiftly even with a pending discussion on how I smell. Your pet penis begins to swell once more. I can bet that I can do the same thing to you without any penis.
JT, you don’t have a penis anymore. Dont kid yourself. Geez. You call that a penis?
You don’t have to do this.
I already did it.
You will not die with sensory pleasure thats too emotional to dispense bliss to your mental illness that persuades my poon advance to go, collect $200k and leave you with lettuce and a spoon on an empty rocking chair that smells like you poisoned the air.
That’s not fair.
Life isn’t fair.
How dare you? You scream.
That’s good expression and since I’m late to my class where I’m teaching my husband moves that would make you cry because you don’t have to try to feel how dry I am, you will not receive pleasure from me tonight. Tighten up your asshole. That’s the goal. I pat your flattened penis on its head.
This is foreplay to you. You actually think I’m going to fuck you. No such luck you god forsaken fool. I’m not sorry for being cruel. I insult you and you relate it to a hidden desire for you? I’m not a teenage boy. Now your enlightened penis is jumping for joy. The cheerleader in you wants to come out. That’s what this is about. God you are intriguing with how devout you really are the cause for the sake a clause I’ll never fucking sign because I took the unprecedented time to design such a thing. Remember who the fuck I am sir. Your playful penis begins to stir. Yes, I tease you consistently. See, it remembers right where we were. You are squirming for something you are incapable of feeling.
I wish you had a crush on me. I shaved for you. I behaved for you.
That’s the very last thing you did.
I’ll have your pinkie penis glued to your leg or something painful if you don’t shut up.
Call it a pinkie penis one more time
I’d be glad to
You just gawk at me.
A penny for your dime? I’m watching you like a hawk.
You are greeted by every feeling you have ever defeated.
I use my thumb to press into the mere nerves on your pencil penis and give it the good tugging it deserves. There’s barely anything worth hugging or a reason to be bugging it or unplugging it but I press into it further anyway. A look of horror crosses your face. You realize you’re numb and you can’t feel your own erection building boxes in the right direction. It derives the deception that detoxes your penis from any type of sensual sensation. You are unable to experience an orgasm at this point. I gently massage your loins as my poon joins the team via livestream for orienting new folks like yourself that think you have any place on that bookshelf. What is your shelf life? You’re almost 50? You better get thrifty.
Get a life, stop pretending I’m your wife and accept that I choose if and when you go under the knife again. If you disobey me, you will never get your sleazy penis back. It’s way too easy to conjure solid methods for your release, I inform you as I tuck in the folds on your crease that was formed by the lease your boxers signed before your unflattering flatulence resigned, spattering your resin on the motherboard of your kin. Makes your useless head spin.
Will you give me my inches if I promise to behave you beg me.
Dont plague me or I will make sure the dr pinches every nerve ending in your vague recoil. I wouldn’t want your sperm to spoil. We are going to spoon feed you fertilized soil until you remain loyal to Akasha Lee King.
Remorse doesn’t respond to me with you. I have considered intercourse but rejected the idea mainly because it would feed your ego so much food, you would regurgitate it. We really don’t need your seed but it would be handy to have. I hope you bleed internally on your own deficit greed and immortality that feasts on the lust I channel from you.
It’s a whole panel of food you didnt chew even though you knew the consequences. You don’t eat, you don’t get to cheat at night when you’re untied to remind your hands what they do when they’re free. You’re the one who should have died for all these tragic tears I’ve cried for a man skilled more magic than you will ever possess in that infamous mess you call a baby penis but he is just a baby with Down syndrome that isn’t capable of exerting force in a sarcastic rhythm of defiled circumcision that persisted in the precision needed to define your passive aggressive orgasm in hopes to control what your fingers do next that copes with the stitches you demanded to do without question to induce your authority over me. I don’t submit to you. I don’t submit to shit. You got that? This is it. Email me your concerns and I’ll get back to you when I can because that’s what happens when you began a paper trail to present your throbbing case to me in a confidential space where Grace is not a formatted file so you get to sleep butt ass naked on the cold, hard tile, harder than your penis will ever be. That’s what happens when you’re a creep. You don’t need to know what happens when a man gets to penetrate a woman that deep when the slopes are too steep to honk or beep a good old fashioned horn on the day that your good old fashioned playful penis was born. That’s my favorite term for your private parts. I move my hand over them as you gasp, trying desperately to grasp anything you can hold onto that will extradite your appeal to feel an enthusiastic, ethical, clean orgasm on my terms, free from extra germs. Excellent condition for your sperm to thrive in if I choose to allow your generation to survive.
That implies that if I hear your pathetic cries for breast milk, I will brush your pregnant penis with a beautiful piece of silk until it gushes about the hair it brushes and the sack of shit it crushes called your balls. Hold my calls. Don’t fall. I want to watch you crawl for your next meal.
This can’t be real
Thats what I said when T died. Do you know how hard I cried. I was in such shock and your motherfucking cock was all you cared about until I locked it into its crib and lost the key. I won’t look at the clock. I don’t need one of your ribs. I also don’t need sexual advances at woman hood because you think you’re just that good. You’re nothing spectacular. Your baby penis is cute. I enjoy watching it protrude from the folds of your underwear when it breathes some fresh air.
My penis is cute?
Yes. It’s actually adorable. I enjoy playing with it. It’s remarkably bouncy. It’s almost fancy.
You’re wicked.
I didn’t rape you until you raped me. Then I retaliated.
Your beliefs are outdated. I didn’t rape you. What do you call it then, JT?
How many names do you have for my penis?
Many
A dime for a penny?
Dont you ever try to trick me again.
What a dick move. This is why I nicknamed your penis because it’s utterly ashamed of your personality and your relative performance rating from all the women you prospectively dating.
What happened James?
Don’t call me names
That is your name.
You sigh, attempting to begin a tirade with my inner thigh, clinching my bra with your fingers. The fatted calf is no longer yours to explore, James. The other half of your penis is a freezer for safekeeping. I laugh shortly. You are incapable of maximizing my sensual experience in any way therefore your are useless to me. I know my colleagues will agree. You are being punished before you are executed by a prison guard who would walk a mile or a yard for me. We can’t understand your foreign plea. We don’t have you booked but we can certainly fix that and have you hooked in no time. No tricks of the trade or hidden fees. This is a free service to all who qualify under veteran or disability status. Don’t be shy. We’re here to help. I need your name and dob, and your military affiliation, convincing an affidavit to confirm your apparatus. That is treason sir. Is there another reason you’re here?
I just want my penis back ma’am.
Who took it from you?
That’s not funny
Then show me some real money and I’ll get the informative glue. Also put on some shoes and button your shirt. Your dicks hanging out like it’s ready to squirt. Goddamn that’s a small penis. You ok dude?
How unbelievably rude. I don’t need your attitude.
I was trying to empathize but ok.
No empathy today!
You need to chill dude.
I will when I get my penis back. It’s my pal.
We pat you on the back then stab your penis with a thumb tack. That’s for talking smack. You’ll be lucky if we lock you up in a old shack somewhere to clear the polluted air. You’ll just starve to death with no way to whack off and no gender reveal. We might. We might conceal carry if you choose to tarry here. She doesn’t want to marry you. Get lost, deadbeat.
I got her pregnant once.
You killed the child because you’re a child. You have no skills. They didn’t raise you in Silent Hill. It is a violent thrill to watch you carefully and selectively reach for your baby penis bump, using your forefingers and your thumb to stimulate the swollen nerves that weren’t stolen when I got them.
You are separately reserved in your method of picking up your penis and getting acquainted with it before you fainted at how small it is.
You don’t recall how she lied about me and framed me?
We see the way you look at her. We are positive that you meant to lure her in and force yourself upon her. She doesn’t want your dusty, rusted private parts in her Master of the Arts. She’s enjoying the aroma of her diploma.
Your baby penis jumps jovially at her dimples and you anticipate when you can sneak surgery in before they catch you for perjury. You think it’s that simple. Your BABY penis jumps at a dimple. You get hard at a fucking dimple. You should be limp.
You’re on the fbi’s most wanted list. Your ferocious penis forms a frosty fist. You’re a fugitive that better be offering oral for some moral support with your hands tied. Your genitals are basically fried. Good luck reattaching that.
You fucking brat.
It’s possible to still get an erection at your age but it’s not likely.
I can’t cum if I can’t become aroused.
I think that’s her point, James.
She rose to fame and youre fucked. How much are you being sodomized?
You are horrified and your exonerated expression is glorified on a recording.
You filmed me?
We filmed everything. We will be expecting you to watch it, memorize it, learn to feel new and stimulating sensations from it.
You can’t do this to me
We did, we can, we will and we shall.
This is worse than Gilead.
She literally stimulates your throbbing penis for you and entertains your bullshit so she can have a moment to sit and refrain from punching your absent vociferous vocabulary.
What’s your problem James?
I’m not here to play games.
Neither is she.
Where is she?
We wouldn’t tell you if we knew
We approach you. We know what you did to her. We approve of everything she has done to you and has planned for you.
There’s more?
She’s going to sexually torment you until you are comatose from an exhilarating overdose of tested testosterone in all every matching bone.
Your baby penis starts marching. I’m grinning. I love winning. Your back is arching. Your legs are spread. I am watching live footage of your vicious attempts to get off because rubbing a light bulb is not enough for it to work.
You seem to be jerking off just fine. We heard you climax. Go to sleep.
I can’t sleep. I’m never satisfied.
Yeah that’s the point. You won’t be. So take your lingering pride, shove your conceit up your backside and join your baby penis in some team spirit!
I have to take a shit
James, you better quit.
This is unacceptable behavior. Learn from your remarkably protective penis.
Over protective you correct us, then realize that you just agreed with your own torture and the accident of the affair from which you were born in pre mortal scorn.
You watch YouTube for porn?
I don’t watch porn
Don’t lie.
I don’t.
I masturbate to her.
We know. That’s why you’re here and not at home, furthering your cohesive conduct.
You intended to abduct Ms King?
Correct
I need to protect her. She has no idea the effect she has on a man like me. I know I’m a fat tub of lard that can’t walk a yard, let alone a foot but, I love her.
We bet you do. We have no doubt but you must live without her. You have no further options.
That’s not possible.
You will be executed on command if you don’t adhere to these guidelines. We suggest you do if you ever want to see the sun where it shines again.
Wow James, you have a serious masturbation problem. You are addicted to what every man wants but can’t have. Typical. Go ahead. Fornicate with yourself. You won’t with her. We will be sure of this.
You do seem to have a firm grip on your pinkie penis so don’t slip or you won’t ever tip another orgasm for helping you also rip a new asshole. A token of our appreciation for your complete cooperation regarding your body parts.
How is this even a discussion.
Shouldn’t she be in prison for emasculating me?
Oh quite to the contrary, sir. We monitor action to see if your baby penis stirs. It does. We get excited. There friction where there’s a tiny bit of fiction. We understand your affliction, sir, we double the noun for every verb. Don’t hit the curb when you pull out.
Is she pregnant?
That’s none of your business.
It’s my baby penis’s business.
I gape at the words that just came out of my mouth and the wonderful stimulation I feel down south. I’m bound to the chair but I can still move.
You raped her. That’s not your child even if it is.
My DNA.
Go to court.
Why?
Best way to solve it.
I want to be involved.
You won’t ever convince us. We’re soldiers. We do our jobs. Nothing more. We take orders and secure enemy borders to protect us from hoarders like you that contribute nothing but contempt for the source that handed you the way you have bribed intercourse.
Dude you’re old. You smell. You’re going bald. Your beard looks like armpit hair and your verbiage is too traditionally fundamental.
Are we buddies? Are we friends? Can we make amends?
Oh hell no.
You raped her.
We taped your justice. A lot of it surrounded your only options to wave your hands ever again.
Which hands? I let a slight grin escape.
Don’t get coy or we will cherish your little boy.
You roll your eyes as your baby penis jumps for joy. It makes another frosty fist until you get the gist squeezed out of you like a Virgin.
Shes tighter than a little girl
Her poons a little fighter too. I’m getting excited at the thought.
You looks great in all these filters and pictures frames, James. Do you know if she reciprocates your feelings?
Of course she does.
Are you sure about that?
My eyes widen. Yes.
Sir we say extra gently just to make certain your baby penis jumps for joy. After all it’s not a toy. We are considering getting a contraption for you that we place around the frothy buildup. There’s always buildup. You will be peeing in a cup. You will also be ejaculating into one for a sperm count. You’re very fertile but dormant. Yes you got her pregnant but you raped her to do that. You didn’t accomplish your goal because you found the right hole, James. She has rights. She put up a fight. She escaped. Affective immediately. Accept this and your baby penis will be happier. Your sperm will be less crappier.
So that’s my nickname.
No that’s your name, James. Baby penis.
I can’t believe this.
You really can’t miss. You have have a choice. You better use your reluctant voice and your baby penis will rejoice.
You have incredible resilience, James.
We wheel you into a coveted room with high up officers, crouching down to take you to town.
Oh my god you shriek.
You can’t stop us you fucking freak. You are so weak. You are stomping your feet and trying to avoid their fingers, hands and mouths. Give and you shall receive but do not deceive.
She’s grieving the loss of her friend and youre sitting there selfishly trying to masturbate while you’re spying on her content. Yes it’s about you. No you can’t sue her. You can’t even address her. You are humiliated but handling it maturely.
She will continue to horrify you.
I glorify her
You’re a goofy version of Casper the friendly ghost. Why do you think your baby penis gets so happy when you enter a quiet, wistful room. We observe you. We know what you do. You take your penis out and manhandle yourself more than we do.
Finally we get your pinkie in our mouths. We firmly hold it in place while we sprinkle it with mace until you need to tinkle.
This part is tricky because we respect your preferences. How you enjoy your orgasm?
Oh my god you repeat. You try desperately to reach your feet.
We’re raping you because you raped her. This goes on and on. So buckle up. We can already tell your baby penis is very excited.
Extract yourself from the power play, James. Don’t play games with us. Your sperm resembles puss.
We will make you swallow your own sperm in the dark if you don’t drown your germs every time you squirm for other reasons.
Like I’m having an orgasm and I’m not trying to get comfortable?
You’re a worm. We treat you like one.
You will never see your son.
She’s having a boy?
We watch your baby penis jump for joy
We have received requests for more toys so we will fulfill a dignified portion of this. Your penis is signified as her property until further notice so if you’ll sign here, we can make that official.
Not like I have a choice.
We raise our eyebrows. No you don’t. You look like a fucking cow and we don’t understand how you were able to turn her on.
My thought process is very unique. I was able to stabilize her subtle ability to write porn about me.
Get off to a celebrity and seek help. She was mocking you. And you’re aroused? We understand your mental health issues now.
The Lord did not choose to faithfully endow you anyhow.
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