Sunday, June 7, 2020

BH 439R


When you see your despised enemy hurt you can’t resist talking some shit.

“WHAT’S THE MATTER LITTLE GIRL?  ARE YOU SC- !!!”

Beth suddenly lunges forward spins and her foot slams straight into your throat. 

THRACK!!!

You are paralyzed with excruciating pain and the wind is sucked out of your body.  You stagger backwards a few steps on rubbery legs, grasping at your throat, coughing up fine mists of blood.

“ACK! ACK! ACK!’

Then Beth kicks you in the crotch.



PLUD!!!

Your vagina EXPLODES with agony and you drop to your knees, then crumple into a fetal position.  You are terrified, in pain, and fighting to get air.  Then Beth mounts your back, grabs your chin and ponytail, and….



CRUNCH!!!




DING! DING! DING!



“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….WITH HER 100th KILL….BETH!!!”

THE END


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