WHY DID I THINK HE COULD HELP. He is useless. Every one of him is useless. Wastes of space. ROTS on space. I cannot keep dancing around this chase. He has to die. I have to kill him. I will catch him. Grip him by the throat. Slam my fist into his maw until it shatters and wretches back into his face. Make him choke on the fragments of his teeth. Slowly. Listen to him try to plead through it. I do not need my sword. That would be too quick a death. Drive my fist into his chest. Shatter his carapace. Squeeze his heart until it pops. Feed it to him. Down his throat with his teeth. I will take a picture of it. To remember his face. When he dies. (( #gore #violence ))
hi PM wanna talk about it?? :/
...rou6h day?
Hi Jade. I love you. Sorry. I DON'T NEED TO TALK. I need to catch him.
First time?
...yeah that's fair enou6h. Can't ima6ine what fuCked up shit he did to have ya Chasin' 'em down that lon6 so... 6ood luCk CatChin' 'em 'n' fuCkin' his shit up, ma'am.
pat pat youre a pretty puppy so try to take care of yourself ok??
good girl :) love you