Monday, April 11, 2011

Oh you rotten bastard. Think you’re going to intimidate me? Your little games don’t work anymore. Got your little love letter, baby. It was just so precious for you to leave that picture of me on the front door. I had no idea you took pictures of our special time together. You think seeing myself like that scares me at this point?

I don’t know what ever made me fear you. You really are pathetic. I’m 5’2” tall and weigh less then you bench press. Being able to beat me up doesn’t make you strong.  It just makes you a bitch. Teaming up with the faceless wonder? That makes you even less than that.

I told you, not scared of you anymore. See that’s the problem when you do your worst to someone, Tommy. There’s nothing left to be afraid of.

You bang on my door, call my phone whispering my name. But you're too much of a coward to come while I'm armed and awake.  The only time you can be near a woman is when you think you have an advantage over her. But you have nothing over me. Never again.

So come on then lover boy. You and me.  Let’s dance.

24 comments:

  1. My sweet little Kitten. Do you really think its smart of you to invite me back?

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  2. I think I owe you a visit for a hell of a lot more then just me at this point. What's the matter Tom? Scared of a girl?

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  3. Silly Kitten. The only thing scary about you is that wreck you call hair when you first wake up in the morning.

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  4. This guy...

    is my least favorite type of guy.

    I'd stab each ball off with a icepick I heated over fire until it was red.

    then put his dick through a cheese grater.

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  5. ^Dice, by the way. I'm going through Slice's blog list again for clues.

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  6. @Dice Damn it you had my hopes up for a moment.

    @Tom Then come on. Let's get this over with, shall we?

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  7. I cannot believe I am saying this, but please put this scumbag out of his misery. He is giving proxies a bad name.

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  8. Now Kitten, no matter what kind of games we play together, in the end you still belong to The Great One. As much as I would love to hold your fate in my hands, The Master will be making that decision.

    However if you're so eager to see me again, I'll make you a deal. All that pretty soft white skin of yours. It must still be many other colors from our games. I so enjoyed watching it change from white to black and blue and red under my hands.

    I will leave you alone for the next two weeks. You can continue to pretend that your little magic tricks might be able to stop Him. You can continue to analyze the deranged drawings of your fallen hero. You can go back to whoring yourself with another random stranger that you invite to stay in your home if you like. Whatever you want, you will enjoy without my interference, although I cannot speak for The Great One.

    And after those two weeks, when you're all healed up and can't try to claim that I was kicking you while you're down, if you're still so eager to play more games, I'll come and get you, my pet.

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  9. You mad that you aren't even a quarter of the man Spender is?

    He's so mad.

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  10. @Morningstar It feels rather strange to say thank you to someone that has threatened my life, but I suppose one should never turn down support.

    @Ben No he's just jealous that no one woman will willingly touch him.

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  11. @Tom Two weeks? Fine. So if it's no interference until then, get the fuck off my blog. You can email me the time and place.

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  12. Just further proof that even villains need principals. Hehe.

    But hey. Everyone here already knows how pathetic this guy is. Personally, Tom, you have garnered some small amount of pity from me. I don't know what happened to you to make you think that hurting others is the only way to make yourself feel good, but I do feel sorry for you. When it's to the point that Morningstar of all people thinks you deserve to die, then you KNOW you're pathetic.

    Kay, you have my phone number. Call me whenever you need to, I don't care what time it is.

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  13. My only response to Tom would be, "Hey buddy. How's that eye? Are you breathing right yet?"

    All jokes aside, make sure that you've got barred windows and security doors. He is NOT going to be playing by any code of conduct I know. I don't expect him to actually give you two weeks.

    I'd also suggest a self-defense class. Remember: He's no fighter, but he IS tough, and he IS strong. Don't let your guard down.

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  14. Oh I think we should consider your blog to be neutral territory, my love. This is just too amusing. It's just so sweet the way you again need to have your friends come to your rescue. Although I'm quite surprised at your newest defender, Kitten. Are you going to offer your "home" to him as well?

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  15. Kay I am here whenever you need to talk. This guy obviously has a big head to compensate for a tiny dick.

    Don't let him get to you, my friend. You can pull through all of this because you are one of the strongest women I have ever had the honor to know. I wish I could hug you right now.

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  16. @Hakurei I will I promise.

    @Sage I'm a smart girl therefore I don't believe it either. But I'll make sure to stay safe, I promise.

    @Tom You know what? You can babble all you want here. We'll see if you're still feeling this brave in two weeks.

    @Cathy I love you so much.

    @Morningstar *blinks* I...um...this is the definitely the strangest support I have ever received, but I'll take it. Again thank you.

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  17. Tom, let me say this to you. She doesn't NEED us to come to her rescue. We CHOOSE to help her because we actually care about her. And she may be off limits for the next two weeks, but that doesn't mean I am. I would love to finally "Meet" you, Tom. I have a few friends dying to meet you as well.

    -Lucien

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  18. @ Dice, you can feel how butthurt he is.

    @ Kay, Nah I know some women who would love to beat the living crap out of him. Using your fist technically counts as touching.

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  19. The fact that Morningstar needed a small army to try and kill me, and has a gaping chest wound to remember me by notwithstanding...Wow. Evil DOES have standards. I have a great deal more respect for him right now. o_O

    Show Tommy-boy how it's done, Kay. =D

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  20. Relax Sage, you're making it hot.

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  21. Oh my, Kitten. It seems your little friends are getting very agitated. It's quite amusing how uppity they're getting, especially considering how they don't have the Great One on their side and yet they still expect to win. It's almost admirable. Maybe you should bring them all home and show them your "gratitude" like the whore you are.

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  22. i don't like you and Daddy is on my side. they may not win but family members like you make me upset. i hope Daddy loses interest in you.

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  23. Oh, Tom. If yoou think this is agitation from me, you haven't seen anything yet. And your master certainly isn't great. Maybe a great prick. And don't you worry about what we expect. If we can take you and some of your fellow Hallows out, that's enough of a victory for me.

    -Lucien

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