domingo, 24 de enero de 2016

A bloody ride

So the people were not really used to her strange way of hitch-hiking ("bitch-hiking" as she preferred to call it).

Fuck those losers. As far as she was concerned they could all go and get a life. After all, she would gladly take it from them when the opportunity arose. On the road, on those four wheels that constituted the scenario where she was best at for murdering someone.

It was amusing and thrilling, it was an unprecedented procedure. It would definitely help her get a big name amongst the rest of the white trash she had been forced to cohabitate with since her early childhood years.

Time for revenge. Time for questioning the next douchebag to a slow merciless death somewhere random in the United States of America.




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