Yes, I am a nasty bitch; so don’t think that I’m out to “right wrongs” after you read this. It just happened; and, I still got the same thrill (okay, maybe more) from the blood and pain that I always do. There’s a fraternity about a mile away from me; and, on one of my nightly strolls, I saw that it was lit up and loud. That in itself was not unusual; however, I was curious at all the representations of hogs. There were plastic hogs stuck in the ground, drawn hogs on banners, and even a mascot at the door. It wasn’t until I watched who entered that I finally understood: the frat boys were bringing fat chicks back for a dance. I bet they were competing for who could snag the biggest “hog.” My malicious mind was already in overdrive.
I returned home for a couple of tools and had a few glasses of wine, enjoying myself…even laughing at my own wit. I decided to walk back to the fraternity house; after all, I knew the stupid fuckers were incapable of holding their liquor all night. This time, there were little paper scales littering the yard along with empty bottles and ribbons. I almost snickered as I entered the house, looking at the stupid boys who had presented themselves to me. Some were passed out in their own vomit; and, I thought about how they had mocked their dates for being vulnerable!
It was quite easy. I doused them with a little extra chloroform; after all, they would bleed more because they had drunk so much. Then, I took my scalpel and got to work. First, I split the delicate skin of their penises; then, I peeled it back. I chopped off their dicks, experimenting with scissors and bolt cutters. The smell of blood finally started overpowering the smell of beer and piss. After I had taken what had previously been their sausages, I hung them up over the mantle…where pictures of their dates had previously been. I lined the chucks of flesh in order from largest to smallest. I figured a few of the boys would live; and, when they saw it, they’d get a kick out of it!
The next day, I waited impatiently by my computer for news. At first, people were saying that it was a serial killer who couldn’t stomach finishing the job; then, some people blamed feminists. I don’t consider myself any kind of feminist; but, I will tell you…that shit was fun!
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