Good day

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Contains themes people may find upsetting =[


He scratched his grotesquely sized stomach. Stretch marks forging their way across his body. Sausage fingers jabbed angrily at his keyboard. His dark domain built of empty take-away boxes, empty bottles of coke, full bottles of urine and the dull glow of a computer screen. Despite his size, his fingers moved as quick as a gazelle. Grumbling under his breath as more and more numbers, letters and symbols filled his screen.

Before long his screen beeped back at him. The fingers stopped moving, his heavy breathing was all that echoed life into the room. George moved back into his extra large, padded seat. Bracing himself, he slowly hauled himself up from his throne. Troubled steps took him towards his bed, which was made up of 3 double mattresses piled up on the floor. Adult magazines littered across it, placing himself down he rummaged through the papers, finding eventually, after a few distractions of what lay between a woman's legs, a small simple mobile phone. George dialed a number, looking at his favorite lady whilst he waited for an answer.

"This had better be good" growled a woman on the phone.

"Very good, I did it, the defense is down" George replied merrily

"Fabulous sweetie, and as promised, your desired lady will be sent to you,"

The woman had hung up but George couldn't move the phone from his ear. It was happening. He looked at the photo of the attractive woman who was gagged and blindfolded, her legs tied apart and hands chained to the floor.

Rocking back and forth George eventually got himself up. Slowly moving back to his computer, he could watch through the security cameras what was happening. It was a massacre. They ripped through the camp sparing none, gang raping, slaughtering all. There was no real reason for this, just a statement to show who had power and who didn't.

A cruel smile crossed his lips, he was being aroused by the torture. A delightful appetizer before his main would be delivered to his front door. George looked to his left, his own equipment sat waiting to be used in the corner. His breathing increased and his hand moved to sort himself out. Today was a good day.


Brain work nicely at some point Geeesh
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