dead blog.

“Unless whatever you have to bitch about is vitally important to the council or myself, which I highly doubt it is, get the fuck out of my office.”

✚ and ✖

Our choices are revealing...

"You have one hour."

You know where the old abandoned shipyard is?

Nice try. You give me what I want then you get your bitch back.

Do you think I'm that dumb? You try to poison me, or do anything to hurt me, the poison coursing through /her/ veins will never be cured. Only I have that cure, something even you can't break. All she'll do is die over and over and over again, painfully, slowly. Do you really want to take that chance?

I want what she has. Immortality. Otherwise, I'll ship her off where you'll never find her, and the only time you'll ever see her is when I send special dvd's showing that kind of torture she endures. And chainsaws will hardly be the worst that's done to her.

Understand this you overconfident cunt. You don't know who we are, and as long as that fact remains, I could toy with your bitch for as long as I see fit. I think she'd make quite the little sex slave don't you? Now how about you start asking what I want, rather than making idle threats that only serve to bore me.

What was that? Cut her throat again? Immortality is a /bitch/ isn't it?

Cute brunette, chicken legs but great rack?

The screams were, invigorating. She started begging for her life before we even hit bone.

Have you ever tried to put a knife through a mermaid tail? Or perhaps a chainsaw?

Immortality is a gift you should bestow upon more than just your little pet. She's awfully fun to play with ;)