Benevolent Acres
I cried and wept on my couch.
"Oh why!" I asked. "Why was this happening to me?"
My boyfriend took out his belt and smacked me across the tits, "You whore get off my couch! I just got that, it's brand new leather!"
"But P___!" I cried. "I bought this for you! Can't I cry on my own couch?"
"No!" he yelled. "You already gave it to me. Now I pown it."
I got up from the couch and ran out the door. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Why am I going out with this jerk?" I thought.
Then it hit me. I liked his humongous cock. The way it felt in my puss was so good.
"NO!" I cried inside. "I can't let him control me."
I went back to his house and took out a gun from my purse. I shot him in the chest 'till he looked like a pizza pie with pepperoni.
"God damn," I thought. "What if somebody finds out."
I concocted a plan. Dump his ass in the river. Nobody will find out. He'll sleep with the fish right? Wrong! P____ came back as a zombie. I wasn't sure what to do. So I took out my trusty gun and shot him in the head. End of story? No. I was so filled with emotions that night.
I wept into my pillow and remembered all the good times I had with P___. I remember the first time he brought me roses. It was so sweet. He came to my door in a polka-dot bowtie and sang me that Vitamin C song. You know the graduation one. Man good times. Good times.