ohnonononono
why did this resurface of all things
I blame your child games
when I was 12 and playing a game with my retarded friend (as in he was legitimely cognitively imoared) and his disgusting girl/friend/girlfriend
we played that game where the man stands with his back facing the opponents, the opponents move but once the person turns around they have to freeze and whichever gets the observer laugh becomes the next observer
if the observer manages to keep a poker face and not crack a smile he goes for another round
on one of my last turns as observer the retard made a goofy face while his girl friend/girlfriend flashed her snatch
I didn't even know what I was looking at I just felt a sudden urge to vomit and went home soon after that
I think this memory just killed my pedophilic tendencies
not want not want I DO NOT WANT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA how do I forget that disgusting sight
>>11379853the hostage girl would prove to be a boring toy in my dungeon
the point of the dungeon is that victim enters light, sandy, rigid... normal
the dungeon is supposed to break her until she reasembles herself as the dark, glassy flexible cumslut that would heed your every command but yours only
the gitl you described doesn't really strike me as sentimental, she liked being a hostage but did she like being your hostage only?- my point precisely, for her it is the dungeon master that is a toy
and for the lady in the kindergarten that's only moderatively creepy but atleast they amused your childish hobbies, meanwhile I got yelled at for not cleaning the toys when I made sure everybody else cleaned theirs proving their job to be useless- even kids themselves are able to stand above others and bring order rendering adults useless
