Altermind's
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 12, 2005
- Messages
- 42
Part 1
I not normal. It was not really normal. A girl of 10 years, controller, tapeworm, that lived with maleficent thoughts of as to kill its parents and that it did not stop to think about orgies. Could not be normal. And what is to be normal? Is to be, to act equal the majority? Not obliged, I feel myself being better abnormal of that to be donkey. Donkey, this is that the majority was (still is), therefore is that I liked copntrol them. It was a form to amuse me, still more I, rich girl who was only imprisoned inside of the mansion, while papa and mother if amused travelling of country in country. They prevented me. They did not like me, but all good I also did not like them, then I cannot complain.
As I hated the common people. Adored to amuse me with them (or better... I adore) being manipulated them it my bel-pleasure. Was one delights to see that person to sink in the depression and to finish in a suicide with the thought of that what she took it to this situation she was same it. But I was for backwards, guiding it for this so tragic end... Not, I do not find that I am made a mistake in amusing me in this way, what affected the end of a poor life?
And my parents... always trying to keep the control of far. Aaah! If they knew as those deaness died and those teachers of piano went crazy. They would not consider Elissa plus its daughter, but something that must not have been born. The one that gave an intense delectation to me was to see the disturbance in the eyes of that piano teachers when they saw that girl of black color, little tress and with deep eyes to awake profane ideas. As I taste to see the person if to horrify at the proper desires, that have hidden in some place of the soul. I stoked, whispered in its ear sexual orgies, while he still guided its hand for my vagina without fell and smooth and rounded off mine ass. They did not obtain to support what they exactly created in its mind and soon they stopped in the hospice.
One of them deranged of such form that it delivered to the pleasures flesh times with me and carried through one of mine many fancies. It went penetrating me breaching my teeny vagina that bleed to each storaged. As I roaring of pleasure when seeing that red if spreading for the soil and its melado molasses of a blood color-of-fire. I arrived at the ecstasy when it put the language in my bloody vagina and licked, he absorbed freneticamente. A infernal orgasm I joy when I caught a weapon bore 38, put in its head and shot. The racket of the shot stifled my orgasmal scream.
The employees continued sleeping a calm dawn the somniferous base. Who was not sleeping was a man in the window of the attic of the house in front. It was, in foot, looking at there fixed the scene.
Rain starts to fall in top of the gotics constructions of the great city. It was with a black coat, that gave a strong contrast with its pale skin. And continued to look at me. It looked at the weapon in my hand and the blood that it drained for my legs. Its look penetrated me the mind. I did not stop to think orgiacs facts and gave the impression of that I and that strange man find shared of a mutual thought. Confused fast lapses passed in my mind. It was a strong, domination energy.
Not wise what was, but was certain that he was "something" that I waited the much time. From my life moved there for worse, that for me it is best.
I not normal. It was not really normal. A girl of 10 years, controller, tapeworm, that lived with maleficent thoughts of as to kill its parents and that it did not stop to think about orgies. Could not be normal. And what is to be normal? Is to be, to act equal the majority? Not obliged, I feel myself being better abnormal of that to be donkey. Donkey, this is that the majority was (still is), therefore is that I liked copntrol them. It was a form to amuse me, still more I, rich girl who was only imprisoned inside of the mansion, while papa and mother if amused travelling of country in country. They prevented me. They did not like me, but all good I also did not like them, then I cannot complain.
As I hated the common people. Adored to amuse me with them (or better... I adore) being manipulated them it my bel-pleasure. Was one delights to see that person to sink in the depression and to finish in a suicide with the thought of that what she took it to this situation she was same it. But I was for backwards, guiding it for this so tragic end... Not, I do not find that I am made a mistake in amusing me in this way, what affected the end of a poor life?
And my parents... always trying to keep the control of far. Aaah! If they knew as those deaness died and those teachers of piano went crazy. They would not consider Elissa plus its daughter, but something that must not have been born. The one that gave an intense delectation to me was to see the disturbance in the eyes of that piano teachers when they saw that girl of black color, little tress and with deep eyes to awake profane ideas. As I taste to see the person if to horrify at the proper desires, that have hidden in some place of the soul. I stoked, whispered in its ear sexual orgies, while he still guided its hand for my vagina without fell and smooth and rounded off mine ass. They did not obtain to support what they exactly created in its mind and soon they stopped in the hospice.
One of them deranged of such form that it delivered to the pleasures flesh times with me and carried through one of mine many fancies. It went penetrating me breaching my teeny vagina that bleed to each storaged. As I roaring of pleasure when seeing that red if spreading for the soil and its melado molasses of a blood color-of-fire. I arrived at the ecstasy when it put the language in my bloody vagina and licked, he absorbed freneticamente. A infernal orgasm I joy when I caught a weapon bore 38, put in its head and shot. The racket of the shot stifled my orgasmal scream.
The employees continued sleeping a calm dawn the somniferous base. Who was not sleeping was a man in the window of the attic of the house in front. It was, in foot, looking at there fixed the scene.
Rain starts to fall in top of the gotics constructions of the great city. It was with a black coat, that gave a strong contrast with its pale skin. And continued to look at me. It looked at the weapon in my hand and the blood that it drained for my legs. Its look penetrated me the mind. I did not stop to think orgiacs facts and gave the impression of that I and that strange man find shared of a mutual thought. Confused fast lapses passed in my mind. It was a strong, domination energy.
Not wise what was, but was certain that he was "something" that I waited the much time. From my life moved there for worse, that for me it is best.
