- >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
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