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There's this one thing I saw earlier this year...and no it wasn't a
snuff film. It was something more tangible if you will. Someone I'm
familiar with invited me over to a motel party. I walk in thinking
there's gonna some choice of pussy there only to find him and this
fucked up crack head whore. She's going on about him giving her rock
before the party starts so she can be in the party mood. He hands her
what seemed to me to be quite a large rock of crack kinda like a golf
ball, but since I don't do drugs it could've been the usual amount to a
heavy drug user. Anyway, her eyes light up like it's Christmas morning
1954, and she smokes that shit til she's wasted. I'm bitching to him
about wasting my time with drug addled losers, but all he's telling me
is it will be well worth my while. She's blitzed shaking and grinding
her teeth and shit saying alright let's rock. I guess that was his cue
cause he rocked her with a roundhouse punch to her face. She was so
fucked up I don't even think she felt it. Seemed more like a gust of
wind knocking her playfully onto the ground considering the grin she
had on her pock marked face. Of course she was grinning with a mouth
full of blood and her two front teeth missing, but I digress. He rolled
her, but didn't even come up with a dollar. Her purse was empty save
for the crack pipe she had pulled out to use. He was pissed though I
can't imagine why considering she didn't look like she even remembered
what a shower was let alone would have any cash for anything even her
precious party favors. He ripped her clothes off more out of still
trying to find some dinero, but having given up on this fruitless
pursuit he decided to use her for what I thought was her use in the
first place. They fucked in every position imaginable and me....I
watched out of a carnivalesque amazement that any guy would stick his
dick into such decrepit orifices. I mean the way she looked dragon piss
would've been the least of his worries. So, they fuck and he can tell
after his fourth cum shot I was getting bored so he started to change
things up a bit. He started to whale on her chest with a ferocity that
even took me by surprise. Shocked the shit out of her, too. I guess the
crack lost it's edge cause she started to cry a lot. She was mewling
and I think this was a mistake on her part cause she only got worse
from him. He was really enjoying himself let me tell you. So anyway,
like a demented massage he starts pounding his fists into all areas of
her scrawny little body. Thinking about it now, she was so thin I'm
surprised I didn't hear the same bone cracking as I did while watching
the film, but hey we're all built different. Her body covered in
bruises...oh wait I remember him attempting to crack her pubic bone at
least it seemed that way the way he punched her mound, but he gave up
cause his hands were sore at that point or more like he was tired or
something. She's a mess and she made a mess by pissing and shitting on
the bed. The kicker was her vomiting and him grabbing a handful to mash
back down her throat. He did this while straddling her chest, and I'll
never forget the look he gave me as he looked back at me and said,
"What do you say? Let her go or...take it to the limit?" I'm thinking
two things at this point. What the Hell is his definition of limit and
yeah I'm get the song in my head so I chuckle. That's not the response
he was looking for so she paid for it with a smack to her face which
wasn't bad all things considered. I weighed the options then came up
with this nugget of wisdom. I told him to ask her what she wanted to do
as if a life loser crackhead could make an insightful decision about
her immediate future and beyond. To my absolute shock she begged for
her life. I say shock because at that moment I had in my head that she
would take a quick survey about her existence and come to the
conclusion that if someone wanted to take the responsibility of her
worthless life into his hands and off of her incapable ones then she
would be ok with it. Instead, she begged for her life as hard as you
would think a married mother of three would in her situation. I mean it
was truly something to behold. Even he seemed surprised yet also
relieved to an extent which doesn't surprise me as I think about it
now. I mean who really wants that burden to shoulder for the rest of
his life? So he shakes his head ok, and the party comes to an end. I
put on ym coat and he tells her she can stay in the room for the night
and that he'll check out the room in the morning after she has left. He
puts his hand on her shoulder I think reassuringly as if to say thanks
for the memories when the next thing I know he pushes her backwards.
His knee crashes down onto her chest pinning her down, and he slams his
fist into each of her eyes. Her eyes flutter and I can see he busted
some blood vessels with his viscious blows cause she gives new meaning
to the term red eyes. He whispers in her ear something to the effect of
she's a piece of shit noone cares or loves, so that's the only reason
he didn't do it cause it would've meant nothing to noone. I open the
door and we walk out. I offer to buy breakfast since it's the least I
can do since he provided the past night's entertainment. There's
nothing quite like pancakes at IHOP while catching up with an old
aquaintence.