Blackmail/your house/you bite

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In a fit of rage you bite down on his balls. He screams erratically... you force your mouth to a shut. He slaps and punches you in the back. You quickly release and try for an escape. Your father is in so much agony that all he does is roll on the floor with his bloodied testicles in hand. You free yourself from the improvised T shirt and jean cuffs and finally from the cursed toy. You have to flee, but you can't flee naked... or maybe that's better than this. You quickly device a few plans
In a fit of rage you bite down on his balls. He screams erratically... you force your mouth to a shut. He slaps and punches you in the back. You quickly release and try for an escape. Your father is in so much agony that all he does is roll on the floor with his bloodied testicles in hand. You free yourself from the improvised T shirt and jean cuffs and finally from the cursed toy. You have to flee, but you can't flee naked... or maybe that's better than this. You quickly device a few plans
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* [[Blackmail/your house/Plan A [I]|Run to your room]]
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* [[Blackmail/your house/Plan A (I)|Run to your room]]
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* [[Blackmail/your house/Plan B [I]|Run outside]]
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* [[Blackmail/your house/Plan B (I)|Run outside]]
* [[Blackmail/your house/Insane|Fuck plans GTFO now]]
* [[Blackmail/your house/Insane|Fuck plans GTFO now]]
[[Category: Blackmail]]
[[Category: Blackmail]]

Current revision as of 18:49, 24 January 2013

In a fit of rage you bite down on his balls. He screams erratically... you force your mouth to a shut. He slaps and punches you in the back. You quickly release and try for an escape. Your father is in so much agony that all he does is roll on the floor with his bloodied testicles in hand. You free yourself from the improvised T shirt and jean cuffs and finally from the cursed toy. You have to flee, but you can't flee naked... or maybe that's better than this. You quickly device a few plans




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