• Psycho
Harry:
— Just imagine it princess, my cock filling your tight cunt deep as I drag the tip of this knife along your jaw and chest. A mixture of pleasure and pain as I press the knife deeper into your skin, a drop of blood appearing from your body as you now scream in pain. Your angelic screams-
Me:
— wtf type of story is this? I thought this was supposed to be entertaining?
Harry:
— Oh baby it is, what I had just said is exactly what I'll be doing to you...
Me:
— so you're going to kill me?
Harry:
— wtf no shit Sherlock? Was my "story" not good enough for you?
Me:
— I'm
Harry:
— My deadass is going to be fucking you, that barista at Starbucks was checking out my donkey as I ordered a vanilla latte with a shot of that caramel screamer
Me:
— don't you mean creamer?
Harry:
— nah screamer, I fucked her in the washroom 3 minutes later
Me:
— ahhh I see I see... so, was the coffee good?
Harry:
— I mean it was kinda heavy on the milk, like bitch tf is this bullshit?! I asked for a fucking latte not a cup of warm milk. And the screamer? Yeah she's dead
Me:
— where's the body?
Harry;
— God do I know, it could be anywhere tbh. I got my main boi, Abonim to do it
Me:
— Abona?
Harry:
— Abona? Who tf is Abona, I was just talking about my main boy Lewis
Me:
— Oh! then why did you mention Abona or abonim or whatever?
Harry:
— Bc I boned him to do it... jeez you fucking twat just bc I'm British doesn't mean you have to make fun of my accent. I don't even want to kill you anymore, you're too annoying to kill.
Me:
— sooooooooooooooo what does that mean then? Do I go home or can I finish the rest of this food?
Harry:
— I guess you could finish the food. But nah you're my slave now, but hey that could be fun yknow? You could help Lewis and I hide the bodies, and you can make me food. Sounds fun doesn't it??
Me:
— soooo I can't go home?
Harry:
— nope, you're stuck here with me :) doesn't that make you happy
Me:
— no
Harry:
— fuck I'm gonna cum, that was hot.
