imagination

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                 TRIGGER WARNING      
                        𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙚'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫
I go down to the basement. I feel angry again, I need to use my personal knife etching body. I go down to the homemade torture room I made in my garage.

I made sure to add a window into it just out of Tony's reach. Just as a reminder of how unimportant, useless, and worthless piece of 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽 he is.

I come into the room with a few different salty fluids, I got them so when I'm done I'll make the cuts hurt even more. First, I mixed salt, lemon juice, soy sauce, and alcohol.

He seems to be passed out so I slap him awake. He needs to feel every 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭 of this. He's earned it after all.

(all you padlock shippers that think this is yandere padlock, I got two words and I'm gonna say them as nicely as I can.
                         𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓯𝓯  :>)

I cut every single disgusting word I can think of into his skin, the freshly sharpened knife cutting smoothly through the skin like a ฿ɇ₳ʉ₮ł₣ʉⱡ ice skater or ballerina gliding across the ice and/or dance studio tile flooring. It's a truly gorgeous sight to behold.

I honestly don't know why I don't put this on the dark web for everyone to gawk at. They'd all 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 it. But the dark web is for more terrifying content and I don't have the right browser :(.

Just as I start to get saddened by my lack of the dark web access, I think of another idea to milk out as much pain receptors as possible. I slide my knife under his pinky finger nail.

It glides underneath the nail and a beautiful amount of blood rushes out from underneath. After I have my initiating cut I rip the nail off and pour the liquid mixture. I need a name for it dont I? I'm gonna pick.......  Salty tears of joy.

Beautiful name! Sometimes my own genius shocks me haha! Igo through all his fingernails one by one and remove them, I go onto his toenails and do the same. While I'm down there I might as well cut off some toes, I do exactly that and force them down his throat.

I'm pretty sure he's passed out again, awwe we were just getting to the fun part! I'm satisfied with all that I've done and go back into my room to use my imagination so I can come up with more methods to make him pay.


                     𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣......

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