One hand on the throttle, the other round the bottle;
Broken chalice on the floorboard, malice in the heart;
Pulse beating wild, sensibility filed away for the day; 320 more words
Tags » Revenge
I, Pennelope Redlin, killed a man.
It wasn’t on purpose but I wish that it had been. That I could have made it last. A slow, lingering, painful death. 1,277 more words
The individual whose girlfriend slapped him over the head with a pan, gets his retribution.
PS: I do not own this video, some butthurt cunt does.