| Alan hated life.
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| He would always stare into the mirror screaming «You are such a disgusting cunt.
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| Years of sweet treats have decayed all his teeth.
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| Comments from girls left him sad as fuck.
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| Bree James was the instigator.
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| Now she lies bashed and duct taped to Alan’s bed.
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| His penis starts throbbing as he stabs her.
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| Fucking with the blade inside her.
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| In agony she bleeds out on his doona.
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| «Die, you fucking spoilt cunt, I’ll sweeten your heart that’s so bitter.»
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| Dribbles a load in her.
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| Flashes his pearly browns. |
| Foul breath.
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| Cum seeps from her swollen and chapped hole. |
| He winks and goes the growl.
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| It tastes like salty onions mixed with soap.
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| Alan adds some chocolate sprinkles. |
| «That tastes really sweet».
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| Flips her over, opens her cheeks, giggles to himself «Haha
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| Your bottom appears quite clean, but really tastes so sharp.
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| What do we have here?
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| It seems you have tiny little balls of toilet paper stuck on your anus you dumb
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| bitch."
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| He hacks at her ribs. |
| Removes a cold heart. |
| Soaking it in sugar and vanilla
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| essance for several hours.
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| Alan bites into the vital organ. |
| Claret spills onto his nice skivvy.
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| Soccer kicking her in the face. |
| Slags on her corprse.
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| «I think we are done here». |