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You know, Seiga Kaku is the only fictional character I genuinely hate, but she has a smoking hot body. I had a fantasy of her once where I followed her in my car, knocked her out at the first chance I got, confiscated that annoying chisel she wears as a hairpin, and stuffed her in my trunk. Once home, I stripped her naked, tied her to the wall of my basement and waited until she woke up. The first thing she saw was a rock flying towards her. She shrieked in pain as hard, heavy stones repeatedly smashed into her. Bruising her. Cracking her ribs. Ruining her body. Halfway through, I got lucky; I hit her stomach particularly hard and got to watch her vomit all over herself. Once she was thoroughly injured, I untied her and dragged her up to my bed. There, I proceeded to rape her. She was too injured to put up much of a resistance, and I laughed as she choked out pleas for release in between sobs while I grabbed a nearby hammer. Her fear solidified then, condensing into terror. She feebly lifted up her arms in defense, only for me to pin them down and shatter every one of her fingers. Her screams were almost loud enough to penetrate the insulated walls of my house. Almost. Nobody heard, and nobody came to her rescue as I jammed it in dry, doing it rough right from the start. She went into shock at that point, and I continued fucking her ravaged body for hours as the tears flowed out of her empty eyes. I came twice; once in her pussy, and once all over her beautiful face. I took a picture for posterity's sake, and then I slit her throat with her own hairpin. After dragging her back downstairs, I prepped the stove. The meat had already been tenderized.
Weird fantasy, I know, but I nutted several times.
