That look in Dorothy's eyes once they had finished. Fuck. It was worse than Michael Corleone in The Godfather Part 2 when his wife says that she had an abortion. That kind of look could only presage total tragedy. Dorothy ran out the door and went straight to the kitchen. She opened the knife drawer and took out the biggest knife she could find. Colin ran after her screaming his mouth off, with genuine heartbroken tears and said,
"Dorothy, Dorothy, I can explain, it's not what you think it is, I don't know." And he broke down and started pawing at her feet like a pathetic little child who wants to oh so dearly win back his parents trust after being reprimanded beyond comprehension.
"Did you know?" She said, her face deathly white, scarily white for someone who had seen something so horrible. Why didn't she say something irrational, why was she so cold? "Did you know," She repeated, brandishing the knife in her right hand, "That most murders occur in kitchens between loved ones."
"What! What are you saying Dorothy; I don't understand!"
"Don't you? Why were you fucking my sister?"
"Oh no! No! Give me the knife. I'll claw my own fucking eyes out. Give it. Be like that greek cunt. I love you I love you I love you I love you. Just made a mistake. Come on. No one's perfect. Dorothy?"
She wasn't responding. Her eyes were cast at the ground as she seriously considered killing Colin. But she didn't have to. He got stabbed in the back.
Artemis! Now this was developing like a real comic-book fanfare. Artemis the great villain come back to swear his revenge on Colin for what he did to him outside that club. He hadn't forgotten; no no no! That was a mean move, and a very hurtful punch. He tracked him down to this house and had now killed him with his knife: Colin fell to the floor and never got up.
But before he had time to celebrate a knife digged into his foot. It was Dorothy, weeping on the floor. The blood spurted out like pus from a vagina. Artemis fell to the floor and moved his whole body over Dorothy's. His face was in hers and he licked her chin and said,
"So bitch do you want this in your cunt?" The knife gleamed like a pale slice of the moon.
"Fuck you!" And she spat in his face. The spit dripped down his cheek like cum and drooped onto the floor. Artemis headbutted her and her head hit the back of the floor splitting her head open. She was brutally dead. Artemis took off her jeans and pulled back her panties and took off his trousers and boxers and prepared to enter her. He spat on his fingers and fingered her brutally with his lubed up hand. He leaned over her and put his rock hard dick at the lips of her cunt.
"Here I go, you little bitch."
But he felt hot scalding water all over his arse and dick. It was Dawn with the kettle she had boiled earlier to no obvious effect.
"Leave my fucking sister alone, you fucking cunt!"
Her eyes were gleaming like chyrosolite diamonds; full of the fire of life Artemis screamed out in utter anguish and rolled over onto his back. Seeing her dead sister had an obtuse effect on Dawn and found herself chundering everywhere recycling the baked potato she had had a few minutes before Colin came. The chunder went inside Artemis' gaping mouth and down the wrong hole. He started to choke. As he was choking Dawn went over to the fridge, opened it, got out a bottle of Vodka, downing the whole thing; from the alcohol she chundered again over Artemis' dying body and felt herself slowly fading away. For her knock out move she stamped on Artemis' dick causing him to kneel up in pain before she went to the fridge again and using just her bare hands pulled it over causing it to crush Artemis into splattered and disgusting bones. Dawn fainted and fell on a knife lying upwards on the floor. It penetrated her skull; killing her instantly.
When the postman came to find an open door in the house he was more than intrigued. He walked straight along the corridor into the kitchen and saw the carnage. Now the reaction of a normal person would be to call the emergency services. But this postman was not sane in the head. He was sick. So he stripped himself completely naked and rolled around in the blood. And he undressed Dawn to her bare form and started to jack off in front of her breasts. He was just about to cum all over her when John came in with and screamed;
"Time to die you sick fucking cunt!"
He ran up to the postman and smacked him across the back of the head. The postman spun around causing the jissom to go straight into John's eye, instantly blinding him. The postman bent John over, pulled down his trousers and started fucking him rapidly in the arse.
Sophia was fixed, mute. She was too taken with the horror to do a single thing. What the fuck was happening. She wanted it all to go away. She wanted this crazy postman to stop fucking her dad.
"No, stop it." She said, "Fuck me instead."
What an act of amazing sacrifice.
The postman thought that was a great idea, and bent Sophia down on her knees. She started, with very little enthusiasm, given the circumstances to suck the postman off.
John still wanted to kill the postman so he groped over to the kettle and poured it over a dim figure he assumed was him. It wasn't him. It was Sophia. She bit down hard, completely disfiguring the postman's cock with her ivory teeth. The heat went through her scalp causing her to swallow the member. She choked and died.
The postman screamed out in complete agony as he realised that he had no penis. The sheer fact that he didn't have a penis was too much for him; it meant he could no longer rape. What was the point of life he thought. So he died because he had nothing better to do.
John, knowing that all three of his daughters was dead, just like King Lear, died of a broken heart.
At this point walked in Eileen with shopping bags in her arms. As she entered the kitchen she howled like Allen Ginsburg and went mad. She poured gasoline all over the house and lit a match and burnt the whole house down with her inside.
As she burnt to death she said in verse:
"The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most; we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long."
"Dorothy, Dorothy, I can explain, it's not what you think it is, I don't know." And he broke down and started pawing at her feet like a pathetic little child who wants to oh so dearly win back his parents trust after being reprimanded beyond comprehension.
"Did you know?" She said, her face deathly white, scarily white for someone who had seen something so horrible. Why didn't she say something irrational, why was she so cold? "Did you know," She repeated, brandishing the knife in her right hand, "That most murders occur in kitchens between loved ones."
"What! What are you saying Dorothy; I don't understand!"
"Don't you? Why were you fucking my sister?"
"Oh no! No! Give me the knife. I'll claw my own fucking eyes out. Give it. Be like that greek cunt. I love you I love you I love you I love you. Just made a mistake. Come on. No one's perfect. Dorothy?"
She wasn't responding. Her eyes were cast at the ground as she seriously considered killing Colin. But she didn't have to. He got stabbed in the back.
Artemis! Now this was developing like a real comic-book fanfare. Artemis the great villain come back to swear his revenge on Colin for what he did to him outside that club. He hadn't forgotten; no no no! That was a mean move, and a very hurtful punch. He tracked him down to this house and had now killed him with his knife: Colin fell to the floor and never got up.
But before he had time to celebrate a knife digged into his foot. It was Dorothy, weeping on the floor. The blood spurted out like pus from a vagina. Artemis fell to the floor and moved his whole body over Dorothy's. His face was in hers and he licked her chin and said,
"So bitch do you want this in your cunt?" The knife gleamed like a pale slice of the moon.
"Fuck you!" And she spat in his face. The spit dripped down his cheek like cum and drooped onto the floor. Artemis headbutted her and her head hit the back of the floor splitting her head open. She was brutally dead. Artemis took off her jeans and pulled back her panties and took off his trousers and boxers and prepared to enter her. He spat on his fingers and fingered her brutally with his lubed up hand. He leaned over her and put his rock hard dick at the lips of her cunt.
"Here I go, you little bitch."
But he felt hot scalding water all over his arse and dick. It was Dawn with the kettle she had boiled earlier to no obvious effect.
"Leave my fucking sister alone, you fucking cunt!"
Her eyes were gleaming like chyrosolite diamonds; full of the fire of life Artemis screamed out in utter anguish and rolled over onto his back. Seeing her dead sister had an obtuse effect on Dawn and found herself chundering everywhere recycling the baked potato she had had a few minutes before Colin came. The chunder went inside Artemis' gaping mouth and down the wrong hole. He started to choke. As he was choking Dawn went over to the fridge, opened it, got out a bottle of Vodka, downing the whole thing; from the alcohol she chundered again over Artemis' dying body and felt herself slowly fading away. For her knock out move she stamped on Artemis' dick causing him to kneel up in pain before she went to the fridge again and using just her bare hands pulled it over causing it to crush Artemis into splattered and disgusting bones. Dawn fainted and fell on a knife lying upwards on the floor. It penetrated her skull; killing her instantly.
When the postman came to find an open door in the house he was more than intrigued. He walked straight along the corridor into the kitchen and saw the carnage. Now the reaction of a normal person would be to call the emergency services. But this postman was not sane in the head. He was sick. So he stripped himself completely naked and rolled around in the blood. And he undressed Dawn to her bare form and started to jack off in front of her breasts. He was just about to cum all over her when John came in with and screamed;
"Time to die you sick fucking cunt!"
He ran up to the postman and smacked him across the back of the head. The postman spun around causing the jissom to go straight into John's eye, instantly blinding him. The postman bent John over, pulled down his trousers and started fucking him rapidly in the arse.
Sophia was fixed, mute. She was too taken with the horror to do a single thing. What the fuck was happening. She wanted it all to go away. She wanted this crazy postman to stop fucking her dad.
"No, stop it." She said, "Fuck me instead."
What an act of amazing sacrifice.
The postman thought that was a great idea, and bent Sophia down on her knees. She started, with very little enthusiasm, given the circumstances to suck the postman off.
John still wanted to kill the postman so he groped over to the kettle and poured it over a dim figure he assumed was him. It wasn't him. It was Sophia. She bit down hard, completely disfiguring the postman's cock with her ivory teeth. The heat went through her scalp causing her to swallow the member. She choked and died.
The postman screamed out in complete agony as he realised that he had no penis. The sheer fact that he didn't have a penis was too much for him; it meant he could no longer rape. What was the point of life he thought. So he died because he had nothing better to do.
John, knowing that all three of his daughters was dead, just like King Lear, died of a broken heart.
At this point walked in Eileen with shopping bags in her arms. As she entered the kitchen she howled like Allen Ginsburg and went mad. She poured gasoline all over the house and lit a match and burnt the whole house down with her inside.
As she burnt to death she said in verse:
"The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most; we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long."
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