Thanksgiving is such a fucking joke. All of that family BS. All of that festivity and fake cheer. When all family really wants to do is get drunk and fuck each other. I remember growing up, I had this older pervy cousin who used to try to get in my panties. After all of the adults got drunk, I went outside and he followed me. It was dark. I headed for the woods that were so familiar to me. He was angry, crashing through the brush, calling me a tease and a whore. He didn’t know that my place was booby trapped. I had been practicing dark magic since I was young. I had some sacrificial hens in a cage out there and some rabbits. I heard him scream as he stepped into a noose trap that jerked him upside down. I had him now. He would be my first human torture. I grabbed a chicken and headed his way. He was already crying and begging when I got there. My evil side came out. I cut the chickens head off in front of his face, as she spurted blood all over him, twitching as her life blood drained. He thought he was going to get some pussy, thought he’d take it by force. My rage boiled. I gave him a little fowl for thanksgiving instead. I punched him in the face, forcing him to open his mouth. I shoved the bird’s neck down his throat, throat fucking him with the bloody carnage. Saliva and blood poured down his face. Don’t mess with wicked little girls who love to play alone in the woods. He never touched me again. You ready to be my next victim or do you have someone special in mind? Happy “Fuck-a-bird Day.”
Karma
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