You resist the temptation to chop your assistants and decide to just verbally abuse them instead.
“Don’t fucking tell me how to inflict pain, I know things that would make you shit your trailertrash pants. Now you and your fucking brother get these patients down in the basement and fucking tie them to the extra tables.”
“Even the one we broke his limbs?”
“What the hell did I just say? YES! HIM TOO! GO!” you yell and smack Jed in the head with your mallet as an added emphasis. “And gag them too! I don’t want to be disturbed!”
While Jed and Hugo follow your orders, you work on your poem again. After you finish it, you check on the cookies which are now done.
“Ah yes! Some sweets for my sweet and a love poem to go with it! What better way to show that I care?” you say to yourself. You’ve always enjoyed the fact that your sister has never expected too much from you in the romantic gift department. She’s always been content with your constant obsessive love for her; for she knows if there was anything she desired you’d make no hesitation to get it for her.
You remember one time when you were in the mall and she wanted this really expensive ring she saw in a store, and you couldn’t afford it at the time, but she didn’t mind. However you could tell she really wanted it, especially when some old bat with too much money came in a few moments later and just bought it and left like it was the easiest thing in the world to fucking do.
You excused yourself and told sis that you were going to look in the bookstore for awhile. You then followed that old rich bitch to the parking lot, put on some gloves (You’re glad it was dark at the time) and choked the fucking shit out of her until her face turned fucking blue and purple. Then you took her keys, opened up the trunk of her car and threw her old ass in there and took the ring from her, returning back to the mall with nobody ever seeing anything.
And that year on your sister’s birthday you presented that very ring to her, she was very surprised and overjoyed by it. She didn’t ask how you got it (Though she probably had an idea) she was just glad that you cared enough to get it for her.
And isn’t THAT what love’s all about?
While you reminisce about that day, sis steps in the front door. You immediately present her with your gifts.
“Happy anniversary baby!” you say
“What the hell are your inbred assistants’ truck doin’ here? You know how much I can’t fuckin’ stand them! I don’t even know why you insist on working with such people.”
“Oh they just brought over some new patients and tying them up in the basement. Those fucktards will leave soon. Just think I won’t have to go out myself and get new patients for awhile, which means I can spend more time with you.” You say holding her.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’ve had a hard day, I’m tired, and I don’t want them here. Get rid of them NOW!” your sister demands.
“Don’t fucking tell me how to inflict pain, I know things that would make you shit your trailertrash pants. Now you and your fucking brother get these patients down in the basement and fucking tie them to the extra tables.”
“Even the one we broke his limbs?”
“What the hell did I just say? YES! HIM TOO! GO!” you yell and smack Jed in the head with your mallet as an added emphasis. “And gag them too! I don’t want to be disturbed!”
While Jed and Hugo follow your orders, you work on your poem again. After you finish it, you check on the cookies which are now done.
“Ah yes! Some sweets for my sweet and a love poem to go with it! What better way to show that I care?” you say to yourself. You’ve always enjoyed the fact that your sister has never expected too much from you in the romantic gift department. She’s always been content with your constant obsessive love for her; for she knows if there was anything she desired you’d make no hesitation to get it for her.
You remember one time when you were in the mall and she wanted this really expensive ring she saw in a store, and you couldn’t afford it at the time, but she didn’t mind. However you could tell she really wanted it, especially when some old bat with too much money came in a few moments later and just bought it and left like it was the easiest thing in the world to fucking do.
You excused yourself and told sis that you were going to look in the bookstore for awhile. You then followed that old rich bitch to the parking lot, put on some gloves (You’re glad it was dark at the time) and choked the fucking shit out of her until her face turned fucking blue and purple. Then you took her keys, opened up the trunk of her car and threw her old ass in there and took the ring from her, returning back to the mall with nobody ever seeing anything.
And that year on your sister’s birthday you presented that very ring to her, she was very surprised and overjoyed by it. She didn’t ask how you got it (Though she probably had an idea) she was just glad that you cared enough to get it for her.
And isn’t THAT what love’s all about?
While you reminisce about that day, sis steps in the front door. You immediately present her with your gifts.
“Happy anniversary baby!” you say
“What the hell are your inbred assistants’ truck doin’ here? You know how much I can’t fuckin’ stand them! I don’t even know why you insist on working with such people.”
“Oh they just brought over some new patients and tying them up in the basement. Those fucktards will leave soon. Just think I won’t have to go out myself and get new patients for awhile, which means I can spend more time with you.” You say holding her.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’ve had a hard day, I’m tired, and I don’t want them here. Get rid of them NOW!” your sister demands.
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