- But there isn’t.
The last thing I remember is being dragged in the alleyway by that creep; I should’ve listened to my father – I know I know, you don’t have to say it!
But I mean come on I’ve walked home from downtown a whole bunch of times and never been violently raped, then accidentally murdered!
Stupid dick head...
I struggled – like anyone would – and he beat me to death!
No matter how loud I screamed,
Cried,
Or whimpered,
The filth just kept pounding on me with those grotesque steak-slab hands, moaning something about his mother!
God knows what he did with my body...
I mean for fuck sake, I wasn’t his fucking mother!
But I digress; it’ a bit late now...
Oh! There’s a light! Okay, forget what I said earlier.
‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!’
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