Proverbs 19:18
Discipline your son, for there is hope; do not set your heart on putting him to death.
While there is hope, train your son rather then preparing to kill him
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He was 17 and she was 46 about to turn 48. But, in reality, against the functions that stopped working. She was 37.
He asked of her. He asked for things of her and she did them because why the fuck not.
She was 37 and he was 17. That made her feel fourteen. He listened while others told her to shut up, get out, and leave the alone.
She was slow and that was the best thing. He was young and didn't now about it. So, he got to invade her after school.
It went in and came out again. He asked her, if it was alright and she said it was.
More importantly, it was not their usual hideout. He didn't know whose house it was. Mable could open locks and they entered the house.
"You doing such a good job." she told him. Her hands around his head. This was love.
He was 17 and she was 37 and seven was a lucky number.
"Lick my nipples." she said and he did. His eyes sparkled, "C-Can I lick it?"
"Well… ok." she patted his head. He pulled out of her, and slide down to her pelvis. He cupped her vagina that had a little bulge.
"Don't squeeze it." she teased. He rubbed it and it went up. "It grew?" nhis eyes were big with amazement. "Yep. It grew."
He was confused. Should he lick or suck? He took in the small penis of the woman and she stroked the side his head and held her head back.
He licked it, nibbled upon the small stick, and took it in his whole head. It went up and down; she said go faster, and he did.
Outside, a car came into the parking lot of the one story home. This home was in Virginia and had just been bought.
There was a man in the 2015 Silver Highlander.
He got out the car and huffed. Usually, his son would be outside, running to him. But not today.
He left his briefcase and the 40 dollar food he bought home. He made sure he had his keys and went to the front door. He inserted the keys into the door and triggered the lock.
He was so thankful for the AC.
He walked into the home. Beside him, a wall that connected the small hallway with the kitchen and spacious livingroom.
He came to the kitchen and called for his sons. Blood marked the couch, with the blood laid a child in grey pants and purple floral top.
In the kitchen, a woman in a knee high dress with a yellow belt and split down the chest. Was face down on the floor bleeding from the head.
For no reason at all, the tv had a hole in it. He brought that from Louisiana.
He had rushed to the backroom. Kicked open the bathroom door and snapped to the door adjutant to it. Of course no was in there because his daughter was on the couch.
There were three more rooms. Down from the bathroom on the way side of the wall, was his son's and across from that was his and his wife's.
At the end of the hall was the last door that small. He bolted to his room and immediately took of the covers of the nude couple. They look shocked.
"Did you just get back from the courthouse?" Mable pushed Unwin off and grabbed the gun in the dresser beside the bed. She aimmed and shot the man in the shoulder.
The white man gawked and cowered in the bed. "What the fuck…" Unwin threw a pillow and Mable shot again. Gata twitched.
He hooked the boy's ankle with the blanket and used him as a shield. She fired the gun and hit Unwin in the stomach. She fired the gun again and hit Unwin in the shoulder. He told her to stop, so she fired the gun again and killed him.
She stomped and threw the gun on the floor. "IF YOU HAD MOVED!" Gata threw the body at Mable. She hit the table and came to the floor. Gata moved in a wide stride to Mable and caught her collar. He brought his fist up and that met with her nose, her eye, her lip, her chin, and her nose again.
She spit blood onto his beige carpet.
He hoisted up and smashed her head into the wall. He held her with one hand and picked up the gun with the other.
He put it to her temple and growled. He wanted to cry, his breath choked him. He pulled the trigger and it had no bullets.
"You had enough for two?" he threw the gun away. Gata wrapped both his hands around Mable's throat and slammed her head against the wall.
He pushed her Adam's apple. He squeezed, his palms red, he twisted her neck. She couldn't breathe but to make sure. Gata kicked her in between her legs, stomped on her face. Mashed her right eye out with his heel.
He picked her up one last time and broke her arm. Broke her neck and stomped the body again.
He screamed his son's name and collapsed to the carpet.
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When I opened my eyes. A pair of eyes met mine. They were red. The iris a fluorescent pink, the back of the eye a shade of a medium coffee with veins stretching to the center.
The head of this thing was enormous. "Disi su belly ayi. Ozz Kipo se-cutta." I think I peed on myself. It backs away from me, now I feel faint.
It has four arms, two hug him while the other set drag the ground. It's legs are canine and skinny. It has no nose.
The tribe is in the bowing position. I view my arms, I'm tied to a cross. I can't die, I remind myself.
"Mae hae kem. Re Banja, sugo imp won-hec!" it hollers.
And congregation replies, "Pukpo osa!"
"Wepu mi-eti a si!"
"Amin!"
"Wepu mu-eti a si!"
Where is Sweet? I search the area, I'm a cross with my hands tied. Where is Sweet? "DEELO!" I scream. "DEELO!"
The congregation raises their hands in glory. They scream.
"Je Egun Nos-pakun!"
"Suziri!"
"DEELO!" I cry. "Ze-anya tut nos! Numhihi taaha!"
And the congregation screams. "Azopu! Gi te!" he lifts one of it's hands. This thing has ten fingers. "Pio moe!" it raises it's hand to the ceiling.
"DEELO!" I scream again. A woman gets up and shakes the pole, hissing at my feet. She's ugly, a row of jagged teeth and lacking a tongue. Her body is twisted and swollen.
"I am…" it speaks English? "Temti-Xi-Sson."
"What the fuck…"
G I V E M E Y O U R B O D Y!
It's arms unwrap and extend in a nasty way. You hear the bones crack.
And I just noticed this. The dirt is a ritual circle.
What the fuck is that?