Title:           Pinkamena [unknown 2_13_14]
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/cH9YUXKS
First Edit:      Monday 17th of February 2014 11:45:46 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 17th of February 2014 11:45:46 PM CDT

>you will never be invited to a Pinkamena party.
>you will never show up at the address and see that the room is deserted.
>"I'm glad you showed up Anon."
>You will never turn around as Pinkamena inches toward you will out of the darkness.
>"I planned this private surprise party just for you."
>You will never tremble with fear and arousal as she pressed a knife to your throat and a chloroform cloth to your face.
>You will never start to black out in her arms.
 
>you will never wake up on a stained, dirty mattress
>you will never see strands of her lovely pink hair brush over your eyes
>you will never howl as you feel a sharp pain
>you will never see Pinkamena looking down at you, poking you ever so gently with a knife
>she will never laugh as she starts to draw just the tiniest trickle of blood
>she will never repeat the process all over your body, and you will never become wildly aroused as her beautiful, maniacal laughs fill the room
 
>you will never get a raging hard-on as Pinkamena continues stabbing you ever so gently
>she will never eye your pre-cum soaked member with glee
>the bed frame will never creak beneath your weight as she fucks you silly
>you will never prematurely ejaculate inside her as she laughs at your confused ecstasy
>she will never whisper in your ear that she is going to abort the child and do this all over again
>she will never put a collar on you as she claims you as her pet
>she will never keep you in that room for months on end, with just a dog's bowl of water and the occasional cupcake to sustain you
>this sick twisted party will never last forever
 
>you will never wake up filled with scabbed over stab holes after of night of scintillating torture
>you will never look up to see Pinkamena still standing over you, rubbing your face gently with the broad side of her spattered knife
>she will never kiss you and call you her beloved little play thing
>she will never hug you, while you wince from the wounds
>you will never feel such a mixture of fear and happiness
>you will never see a sliver of sunlight creeping through a nearby frosted window pane and know that Pinkamena had been torturing you all night
>she will never cuddle beside you and fall asleep on top of you with a beautiful, demented smile on her face
>you will never run your hoof across her straighted hair as you black out underneath her
 
>you will never feel this loved