We kissed, oh, SO sweetly. Pecks on my cheeks, light suckles of my neck, our tongues saying hello. Love always makes me feel good and I, even being Hate, love him back.
Mr. and Mrs. Cunt are being hung bound and gagged above us, maybe they think by screaming we’ll let them go, just hoping they never hurt kids again. Wrong.
“Ready beautiful?” Love asks me, holding his cleaver, damn he looks sexy.
“Let’s get it on”, I whisper back, starting to giggle because Mr. and Mrs. Cunt are struggling even more, sheer terror in their eyes.
I prefer my dark rainbow brass knuckles, this couple used bags of bars of soap to beat 1 of the children to death, at least 1 we know of.
They both happily committed sex crimes on many underage human beings,
no regret and plenty of chances for mental help.
Mr. Cunt wails like a bitch as Love cuts into him with the cleaver, I hear bone break, wetness between my thighs ensues watching Love’s arm hack that fucker.
I look Mrs. Cunt in the eyes, laughing at how scared she is, I ask her if this is how much she terrified all those kids. She cries, knowing what’s coming.