- >You are Invisible Anon
- >and you are bored.
- >Let's see what Derpy's up to.
- >You make a stop at Derpy's place before you head home.
- >You enter the run down home and hear noises coming from the bedroom.
- >It's Derpy, and Filthy Rich....
- >Damn, he's tearing that shit up....
- >Derpy doesn't look like she's enjoying it though.
- >FR: Spend all my rent money on muffins? Oh, I'll make you earn it you filthy whorse!
- >Derpy doesn't say anything, she just takes it and cries a little.
- >FR: Sing for me you wall eyed factory second!
- >He bites her on the back of the neck hard enough to draw blood.
- >Derpy lets out a wail of pain and despair.
- >You leave the bedroom and go into the kitchen.
- >You look for the largest knife you can find.
- >Cake knife, a little dull.....perfect.
- >Time to fuck with Filthy.
- >You return to the bedroom.
- >It looks like Filthy is going to finish soon.
- Not on my watch.
- >You grab the bastard by the throat and pull him off and out of Derpy.
- >You slam him against the wall and rest the knife at the base of his member.
- Hi Filthy.
- I can't help but notice that the lady doesn't seem interested in your advances.
- You know it's very rude to stick your willy in someone when they aren't interested.
- >You press the knife against him hard enough to break the skin.
- >He flails about to try and get away, but you hold him fast.
- I'd say you don't deserve to have one, if you're going to misuse it like that.
- >He starts hyperventilating. Tears are forming in his eyes.
- Derpy stays here for free.
- For a year.
- >He nods.
- Also, you'll send someone around to fix the place up.
- >He nods again.
- Oh, and if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll hurt that cunt of a daughter you have.
- >He's crying those lovely bitch tears of his.
- Okay, you can go.
- >You drop him and step back.
- >He doesn't waste his chance, he madly runs out the door, horse cock flopping around between his legs.
- >Derpy is still on her bed,
- >she has her hooves covering her head.
- >She's quaking in fear.
- I'm going to help myself to whatever you have in the kitchen, and then I'm going to leave, okay?
- >She doesn't move or respond.
- >You make yourself a tomato sandwich with salt and pepper on wheat toast.
- >It was truly the food of kings.
- >Today was a good day.
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