Irl I'm too soft and plushie to do such a thing.~ ;.;
But in my dreams..., holy hell, +_+;
once I stabbed 90 times, each with a new knife or utensil or shard of glass or nail, and then had the head guillotined slowly and bloodily with a rusty shovel before smashing it in, then having the entirety of the body is minced up to a pulp with a giant rotary lawnmower.
I may have waaaaaaaay too much rage bottled up. e-e;;; Eyhhhh, so I think I'll stick with hiding in a crypt. ^~^;


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