by the time you get back to his apartment, you have already been undressed and shedded in the elevator. his wife and child are waiting for him at the dinner table.
"i told u he'd be back one day!" his horrific wife exclaims. "papa who is dis" his 3 year old son asks while watching pewdiepie or something
"i have rediscovered luv." T/N wastes no time in setting his wife on fire by shoving her into the oven. she screams in searing agony. he seductively turns to his saggy baby maliciously.
"it is time for u to meet the gods." he takes his 3-year-old and rams him inside his mother's burning corpse like a stuffed turkey
you are aroused
"ok let's get to work" you bellow at him as you tear off his apple bottom jean shorts. He was never wearing a shirt. he pins you onto the floor and takes his index finger and middle finger and shoves them DEEP into your rib cage.
"no more lies. Tell me where ur math internal assessment is." you are as confused as the time you saw dylan sprouse speaking chinese. he spits a singular watermelon seed at you in a blinding rage, which you catch with your teeth. "where is it!?!!!"
you tremble
"stop my luv idk what ur sayin" you say to him as he presses DEEPER! blood is spurting out of his eyes in anger
"we are roleplaying my dear" he says. "ok continue the torture." he smacks you with his deceased wife's burning femur.
he covers your mouth with a fur ball as your third eye fades from existence. you are suffering but you love it! so you decide to do something so naughty to experiment with his reaction. you tear up a piece of paper. "there's my math ia, mr. s/n!!"
he responds by throwing you against the wall furiously, breaking many shelves. because he is just so strong like that. "wahhhh!" you gobble like a whining fetus. now that you are wimping and crying on the floor, he passionately steps on your neck. "stop! no feet pls. unless they r yours..."
now the real fun has begun
