I ran into a mean girl from school by chance the other day. I hated her. She made my life a living hell. Pay back was in order. I stalked her, hunted her, followed her for days. Then I grabbed her last night as she was getting into her car. Smashed her face into the window and when her body slumped, I pushed her into the back seat and drove her car to my house. She awoke in my living room. I had her tied to the chair, standing over her, slapping her face until she was fully awake. She was clueless about who I was. The bitch made it her job to humiliate me every day of my school girl years, and ten years later doesn’t know who the fuck I am? That pissed me off more.
I pulled her up out of the chair, and threw her up against the fireplace. I chained her to my fire place, making sure her ass was exposed. I then decided to assault her ass with a fire poker. I fucked her ass for hours. She was screaming for help. Blood was running out of her violated ass. I then started whipping her with a variety crops, paddles and whips. When we were in school she always said she was just hazing me to make me feel special. Now I was hazing her. I had her ass so raw it looked like bloody hamburger meat. At one point she passed out from the pain. I got a bucket of ice water and tossed it in her face. I wanted her alert for the pain I was inflicting.
I asked her again if she remembered me. She still insisted we were strangers. One time in school, she was behind me in class and she lit my hair on fire. The smell was horrible; the humiliation worse. I lit her hair on fire to jog her memory. She suddenly remembered me. She tried to apologize, begged me to put out the fire, said that was years ago and she was not the same girl. I didn’t give a fuck who she was now. I could not forgive the bitch. I let her burn. I let all of her burn in front of the fire place. I only wanted to hurt her. Inflict pain like she did to me many years ago, but my anger got the better of me. Like the flames were consuming her body, revenge was consuming my mind. No one would miss a cold hearted bitch.
I never burned a bitch alive before. The smell is intoxicating. She deserved to die. Once she was a pile of charred flesh, I swept her into the fire place. I would continue to burn her until even her bones were ashes. Revenge is sweet. You have someone you hate? I bet could help you dispose of the body in a fun yet tortuous manner. Let’s have some fun putting bitches and tools in their rightful place-a graveyard.