In my country, weapon possession isn't legal but, I knew a guy. I knew a guy who was willing to provide me with what I've most craved, revenge. They used to mark me, stole my lunch, beat me and, sexually abuse me. I know I know, I'm aware it's been half a decade since high school but, for someone who can't forget, is impossible to forgive.
They'll pay for what they put me though, for everything I suffered won't go unpunished! He still haunts my dreams, he is still part of my nightmares, the same big, bad, black wolf, who my childhood ruined.
He was the leader of the pack, he was in charge of them. His "fancy" ideas were, that mentally and physically broke me and now, that his standing infront of me begging for his life, I hesitate. He even thought for a second that, I might let him live! Little did he know I paused in regret, of not bringing a second magazine.
I held the weapon firmly and pressed the trigger. The first shot was followed by a second one, a third one, and plenty more, until the magazine was completely emptied. He squeaked everytime he received a shot haha! I thought only rats did that, not wolves! On second thought though, you were nothing but a rat, hiding behind your minions.
Now, I'll undressed you, humiliate you, abuse your deceased body and let your blood blend, with the rest of Autumn colours. But before I start please, tell me, how does it feel, not to be in charge anymore?
A little revenge story, I wrote on my way to school.
I hope you'll enjoy it!
, tongue out
, male on male
, sex toy
, paw pads
, grey wolf
, open eyes
1 month, 4 weeks ago
22 May 2019 18:47 CEST
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