She’s out there somewhere. I know she is. I dream about her every night. I remember her face like it was yesterday. Those blue eyes, that blond hair. She was something. I had to hunt her for months before I got my chance and in the end it was her that came looking for me. Sometimes I cum in my sleep dreaming about how I choked her and bashed her head against the wall.
She could’ve killed me but she didn’t. She made sure I lived.
She should’ve killed me when she had the chance.
I’m gonna kill that bitch.
She could’ve killed me but she didn’t. She made sure I lived.
She should’ve killed me when she had the chance.
I’m gonna kill that bitch.
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