Never piss off a wicked bitch. A lesson she had to learn the hard way. She thought she was to good for every one. Her stunning beauty had her believing that the world would bow at her feet. I was so sick of her holier then thou attitude and so was he. I listened to him tell me so many times how she used her looks as a weapon. How she denied him at every turn. How she belittled and mocked him daily. Telling him that she was to good for him. Well it was time to bring her down several notches and I was the one to do it. I took her out on the premise of a nice country drive to look at a place I was thinking about buying. When I pulled up to the old abandoned farm house, I could see the questions in her eyes. As soon as we got out of the car I began my assault. It was for him and for me and for all the people that she snubbed her nose at over the years. I beat her senseless. Delighting in the blood and watching her face swell as her flesh went from china doll white to a grotesque purple with a green undertone. She could barely stand but I wasn’t done with her yet. Dragging her into the old farm house I locked her beautiful tits into the vice I had created. Watching them become engorged with blood and turn purple brought me great pleasure. But when I put the knife into the wooden floor just out of reach and began to pour the gas around the outer walls and she began to scream, that is when I came so hard it ran down my legs. As I struck the match and told her she could save herself by cutting off her tits or she could go down in flames I watched her come down off that high horse. The despair in her eyes was priceless!
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