The bitch was going to make me kill her.  What the hell was she thinking?  I DESERVE her love.  I took care of her, got her medicine and made love to her and she can’t tell me she loves me.  She made me cut her hand off.  Speaking of her hand, I better put it in the freezer.  If she keeps infuriating me I will make her eat it.   I will fuck her with it.  Damn bitch!  I’m so angry, I’m pacing.  I hadn’t paced like this since I was a little boy and my father locked me in my room while he beat my mother.  Every time, I saw my mother after my father got done with her, a little piece of her sanity was gone.  She wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t comfort me, and wouldn’t hold me.  She wouldn’t tell me she loved me.  I always wanted that cunt’s love.  I don’t know why.  I just wanted her to love me.  I wanted her love and she more than likely only wanted my father to love her in a sweet and passionate way.  There wasn’t a sweet bone in my father’s body.  He was a sadist.  He believed that women belonged to him and that it was his right to beat them and fuck them until they bled.   I often think my mother killed herself because she saw the same longing in my eyes as my father had.  I want to possess people.  I feel it is my right to be loved.  

Women owe me.  I mean, my God, look at me!  I have a good job.  I’m nice looking.  I have lots of money, but I don’t advertise that.  I don’t want anyone to know I’m banking in the bucks.   I’m a God damned catch!  Yet, here I pace so infuriated I can’t see straight.  She still won’t love me.  She won’t say those words.  She won’t betray who she is at the very core.   Fucking whore is going to make me kill her.  

Maybe, we can still have some fun before she pisses me off to the point I can’t control myself and do her ass in.  I just don’t want to have to find a replacement.  I really like Ev.  She’s delightfully tight, which means she hasn’t dated much.  I loved the way I felt when I slid into her.  I was getting hard just thinking about it. Oh well, if there is one thing I have learned over the years it’s that you can’t win them all.  

 I still had one little morsel of deliciousness to hold over her.   Her son.  I smiled.   It might be time to play that ace in my deck of wonders soon.    

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