The setting is a couple years back, junior year of high school. I reluctantly walked into a relationship with this girl. Mildy attractive, no surface flaws and a lot of time on my hands reinforced my move. This girl's parent were extremely poor as I found out, often she ate once a day and that was at school. Her mother and father were crack fiends and were hardly ever home. I had a part time job and did small gestures like ordering pizza and taking her out to dinner. Within a month her parents would leave for weeks at a time and left the house to me. I put food on the table and by exploiting that alone I had basically my own house. I ate, slept, showered and fucked all in that house. I had succeded in making her completely dependant on me, I sat on my throne and things went by smoothly until I got some stomach virus. Probably from that fucking house. I stopped going over there until I got better and even then got tired of being over there. So instead of ruling that household I had her come to my house to get fucked. I had just bought battlefield 3 and was playin g the shitout of it before she snuck it out of my house and sold it for food money. I was enraged, so I plotted. When I saw her I approached her with open arms, forgiving her. She immediately offered to pay back the money, so I agreed and exaggerated the price of the game by 40 or 50 dollars. The deal was that she would payback $140, a blow job would constitute $5 and I took off $15 once for letting me fuck her in the ass. Those 3 weeks were great. I'd wake up to oj and a blowjob for most of the week. She borrowed money to pay me back, she feeling guilty had her brother buy me the game after it was all said and done. Once I had my game. I left her, but my conquest wasn't over, she seemed to value this really shitty necklace I bought her on black friday for $12. Always taking pictures on Facebook with it on. So I told her I wanted to talk things over at her house. She gave me head, and then I started recording our conversation on my phone. She broke to tears several times as I kept denying her . She offered me another blow job and cried again when I said(for recording purposes) no and she shouldn't do that. Her fate sealed and my public image set, I sent that to everyone in my contacts. I then asked her for my necklace. She refused, so I snatched it off her neck and tried to leave before she blocked the door. She said that if I left she'd say I beat her. America doesn't negotiate with terrorist and I dont barter with whores, so I moved her out of the way and headed downstairs. She yelled to her dad that I hit her. I quickly put the necklace in my shoe, and watched this crack head rush up stairs with a baseball bat. I could've killed him, he weighed 120. But I reassured him his daughter was crazy and I came over to clear things up. I showed him the 35 missed calls from her on st.paddys day as well as the drunk voicemails. Her father apologized to me, called his own daughter disgusting. Her mother made me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and hearing her upstairs crying while being reprimanded by her father made it taste so much better. I left that house, but I had more plans. Whores travel in packs, so I went to her best friends house, fucked her that night and presented her with the necklace. I had her take a profile picture on Facebook with that necklace on. Toke it from her and sold it to the pawnshop around the corner for $3.50. Used that money to get Arnold Palmers Arizona tea and went to sleep. With her public image, emotions and her home life ruined I saw no more use in her, especially since she tried to pull a pregnancy scare on me. I made a call to child services and all they had to do was show up, that bitch got vanquished. They took her somewhere down south a couple states. She still tried to talk to me so I sent that recording to some people in the new high school she went to. She still contacts me to this day using random numbers, impersonating a girl who got the wrong number, she's asking questions scraping for information. She'll probably try to kill me one day but I hope your actually reading this because im ready for you bitch. (Racks charging handle back aggressively).
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I can't believe you'd type all of this and not bother to format it for others to read. It's almost like you don't want people to bother:
The setting is a couple years back, junior year of high school. I reluctantly walked into a relationship with this girl. Mildly attractive, no surface flaws and a lot of time on my hands reinforced my move. This girl's parent were extremely poor as I found out, often she ate once a day and that was at school. Her mother and father were crack fiends and were hardly ever home. I had a part time job and did small gestures like ordering pizza and taking her out to dinner. Within a month her parents would leave for weeks at a time and left the house to me. I put food on the table and by exploiting that alone I had basically my own house. I ate, slept, showered and fucked all in that house. I had succeded in making her completely dependent on me, I sat on my throne and things went by smoothly until I got some stomach virus.
Probably from that fucking house. I stopped going over there until I got better and even then got tired of being over there. So instead of ruling that household I had her come to my house to get fucked. I had just bought battlefield 3 and was playing the shit out of it before she snuck it out of my house and sold it for food money. I was enraged, so I plotted. When I saw her I approached her with open arms, forgiving her. She immediately offered to pay back the money, so I agreed and exaggerated the price of the game by 40 or 50 dollars. The deal was that she would payback $140, a blow job would constitute $5 and I took off $15 once for letting me fuck her in the ass. Those 3 weeks were great. I'd wake up to oj and a blowjob for most of the week. She borrowed money to pay me back, she feeling guilty had her brother buy me the game after it was all said and done.
Once I had my game. I left her, but my conquest wasn't over, she seemed to value this really shitty necklace I bought her on black friday for $12. Always taking pictures on Facebook with it on. So I told her I wanted to talk things over at her house. She gave me head, and then I started recording our conversation on my phone. She broke to tears several times as I kept denying her. She offered me another blow job and cried again when I said(for recording purposes) no and she shouldn't do that. Her fate sealed and my public image set, I sent that to everyone in my contacts.
I then asked her for my necklace. She refused, so I snatched it off her neck and tried to leave before she blocked the door. She said that if I left she'd say I beat her. America doesn't negotiate with terrorist and I dont barter with whores, so I moved her out of the way and headed downstairs. She yelled to her dad that I hit her. I quickly put the necklace in my shoe, and watched this crack head rush up stairs with a baseball bat. I could've killed him, he weighed 120. But I reassured him his daughter was crazy and I came over to clear things up. I showed him the 35 missed calls from her on st.paddys day as well as the drunk voicemails. Her father apologized to me, called his own daughter disgusting. Her mother made me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and hearing her upstairs crying while being reprimanded by her father made it taste so much better.
I left that house, but I had more plans. Whores travel in packs, so I went to her best friends house, fucked her that night and presented her with the necklace. I had her take a profile picture on Facebook with that necklace on. Toke it from her and sold it to the pawnshop around the corner for $3.50. Used that money to get Arnold Palmers Arizona tea and went to sleep. With her public image, emotions and her home life ruined I saw no more use in her, especially since she tried to pull a pregnancy scare on me.
I made a call to child services and all they had to do was show up, that bitch got vanquished. They took her somewhere down south a couple states. She still tried to talk to me so I sent that recording to some people in the new high school she went to. She still contacts me to this day using random numbers, impersonating a girl who got the wrong number, she's asking questions scraping for information. She'll probably try to kill me one day but I hope your actually reading this because im ready for you bitch. (Racks charging handle back aggressively).
Not a half bad story. Fairly dramatic.
by TurncoatI can't believe you'd type all of this and not bother to format it for others to read. It's almost like you don't want people to bother:
I'm surprised you bothered to format it for him.
If nobody reads his long wall of text, that's his problem. Why make it yours as well...
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