a diet of bread and water
punishment, divine pleasure: victim i was attacked the other night: i entered the chapel and knelt in front of the big jesus. immediately i felt a male presence next to me and tried to yell the dead man covered my mouth
a diet of bread and water, caress the veins of my penis the frair forces you to sit naked on his erected penis and pinches roughly causing bruises are you the devil?
i am nothing. reflection of god. what kind of god? my ex-wife saw doctors as brothers she knew that if she married me she would geta comprehensive belt and a diet of bread and water one night i hit her until she becamea sack of bleeding potatoes can you believe she cursed me? poor her, what was the name of your ex-wife? tomasina her mother put her on the path of sufferingsince she was a kid she thought i was only playing and...well, she'd dead
sometimes the executioner goes a little further,it happens. the dose of punishment i gave herhad to be increased day by day you killed her yes, in a complete state of irritation her complaints exasperated me i hate whining women i hear the victimand something stirs inside me she caused your destructive anger,responsible of tomasina's death, my namesake i can tolerate serious and deep screams
i wished to be someone who goes to the market and buys cheaply, taking advantage of sales yesterday i was in carla's cell and i obliged herto spread my cock on her navel then i pinched her until her nipples swelled insted of screaming or asking for help she pulled up her robe and spread her legs for me mother used to hit me becauseshe was abandoned by my father poor tomasina, you're making me cry you're provoking, you make my anger rise and what did i provoke in my mother? why did my mother rise in anger too?
what bursts in me thundered in your poor mother makes me want to grab a whip then go get it tomorrow my fellow sisters will report your apparitions to the archbishop fray payo enrãquez de rivera and the archbishop will hand the case to his provisor and vicarious general antonio de cã¡rdenas y salazar on your arm he will see the impression of my fingersand call distinguished doctors to testify that the fire that stamped the impressionof my fingers is not of this world i don't see what's funny
i will not leave until you renounce to be what you are what am i? victim mom liked me at least, you don't oh, it's the contrary if you loved me... i would stop hitting you,isn't that what you think? yes, that's what i think
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