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I love the kind of man that will actually just kill me. Y’know, when I left the the house today I was thinking, damn, I want Ike to paint my brains all over some fucking hallway. And here we are. I mean really, just absolutely destroy me. I want him to whack my head with a fucking shovel, chain me up and amputate my arms. He'll keep my legs intact so I could pound his ass with my veiny rubber cock. I hope I piss myself and he'll call me his little “peepee pisspiss femanon.” I want him to fuck me up. I mean I want Ike to make me his bitch. I want him to etch his name on my skin and apply alcohol, not to fully heal the wound, but to burn them and make sure I won't bleed out during the process. I want it to get embarrassing. I mean like… weirdly embarrassing, unsanitary too. I should be dead once he's done with me. Do you understand what I’m trying to say here? Ike, please, you have to crush me.
